The 15th of November, Hollier City.
The first winter snow had gradually melted, and the temperature had dropped a lot. The hustle and bustle in Hollier City had gradually calmed down. Every household had piled up firewood for the winter, stored food, and prepared to enter a state of "hibernation" like a grizzly bear.
Even in the wealthiest city, there would be tramps and beggars who froze to death every year. Even the powerful Lord Duke had to resist the erosion of the cold.
These days, Angmar had been coughing badly, but the continuous "good news" made him suppress the pain in his body.
"Tsk, tsk. Killing Earl Owen, expelling Durante, and sending away Howard and those guys who wanted to fish in troubled waters … This is not something that can be done with just a few words."
At the sumptuous banquet, Angmar said to Bishop Benjamin who was sitting opposite him, "The point is, this kid is still unwilling to accept the title of nobility, and insists on continuing to be his scout captain. What a headache!"
Benjamin did not know whether to laugh or cry. He said helplessly, "I'm already surprised that he could kill Magda, but to be able to take advantage of the situation to remove the few hard nails in the territory … This contribution is really meaningful to the kingdom."
"The kingdom? He's helping Eiferta, who would care about the royal family? They're busy living a befuddled life and fighting amongst themselves. Do you know what the royal family replied to my letter about the Orcs' attack? "
Angmar waved his hand and sneered, "Just a piece of parchment with the words' handle it as appropriate 'written on it. Ha, it must have been hard on them."
Benjamin did not continue the conversation. As a religious member, he naturally did not want to get involved in Lord Duke's complaints about the incompetence of the king.
"Forget it, those guys are a wet blanket." Angmar tightened the thick blanket on his body, "Every time this kid Roddy sends a message, it almost makes me think that the letter is fake. Leading sixty people to face an army of thousands, even when I was young, I probably would not have done such a thing …"
"I heard … no one died in his army?"
"There is indeed such a thing. When Wellington told me this, I think I will remember his expression for the rest of my life. How do you think Roddy did it? " Angmar kept Benjamin guessing. When Benjamin could not figure out the answer, he took out a bottle from his pocket and handed it to him. "Take a look."
"Healing potion?"
Of course, Benjamin knew about this kind of thing. He carefully examined the bottle and sniffed the remaining smell of the potion, "Looks like it's an excellent quality 'Intermediate Healing Potion', could it be that they …"
The old man suddenly thought of a possibility and was stunned.
"Every soldier who participates in the battle has two bottles, and it's said that there's also a bottle of 'Stoneskin Potion'." Angmar laughed out loud, "Just the value of these potions alone is enough to rebuild two similar troops … He's really bold to actually dare to use so many potions. I don't think there has ever been such an extravagant troop in the history of the kingdom!"
Benjamin sighed, but before he could answer, Angmar's gaze shifted towards him. "I wonder how Rose Cross plans to reward him?"
"The resources that I can use are limited, don't expect me to bring out too many things." The bishop used his finger to spin the golden ring that represented his identity and said in a low voice, "The news has already been reported to Rubens. If the Holy Cathedral is not stupid, they should be able to understand his value."
Old Duke did not smile after hearing this. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and said solemnly, "No matter how the Church rewards him, I just want to say … Don't continue to use him as a pawn."
Benjamin was stunned.
"The greatest reward I can give him is to allow him to continue developing without restraint and control." Old Duke's expression was solemn, and he said in a very formal manner, "In the past, you and I could use him as a knife, we could let him stand at the forefront without any scruples, but after this, I will not do that. I hope … that you will not do the same."
"Why?"
"Didn't you notice? Actually, when he did these things, he never expected us to help him much. From start to finish. He firmly grasped the 'initiative'. "
Benjamin was silent for a while, and finally said in a low voice, "Of course I don't think that way, but the Church's decision …"
"This is only a suggestion, not a request."
Angmar grinned, the original seriousness was swept away, as if he had not said anything before. "Doesn't he want to be a noble? I think he just doesn't want to be a 'noble' … "
Benjamin did not continue the topic, and changed the topic, "There's an interesting news from the South, it's related to the Pit Viper Cross."
"To be honest, I don't really care about the news of the pagans."
"I didn't intend to say it, but I guess you'll be interested in it." Benjamin lowered his voice, "A 'Executioner' and his team were completely wiped out in Afta, this is a big blow to the Pit Viper Cross."
The significance of the 'Executioner' to the Pit Viper Cross was almost equivalent to the two guardian knights by Angmar's side. The death of an 'Executioner' and a team like this was definitely not a small matter.
But … Why did Benjamin tell him about this?
His gaze froze, and he asked, "Where in Afta did they go missing?"
"The Silent Forest." Benjamin looked out the window, and casually whispered, "At that time, Roddy was also in the Silent Forest."
The two old men were smart, they understood what this meant in just a few sentences, but the more they understood, the more Angmar shook his head, "I'm afraid that the Rose Cross will make a big deal out of this …"
"I'll do my best to support him." Benjamin sighed, "The conflict between the two sects is getting more and more intense, and the Pit Viper Cross seems to be preparing for something big. There will probably be an investigation team coming here, I'll talk to Roddy."
Angmar coughed twice, and casually said, "Heh … it doesn't matter, just make sure they don't return."
*****
Naturally, Roddy did not know that what he had done had such a deep impact. At this time, he had just returned to the manor's study, and was thinking of preparing to start crafting new equipment.
Suren expressed that he would consider his offer, but Roddy did not expect him to follow him wholeheartedly. He happily gave Suren a month to consider, and at the same time, exchanged a bag of wine for a month's use of leather crafting tools.
Originally, Suren had offered to help Roddy craft leather armor, but Roddy rejected him in the end, still preparing to 'work alone'.
With his current level of leather crafting, Suren was really only good enough to be Roddy's assistant, but Roddy knew that his energy was limited. He recruited Suren to become his' personal leather crafting master '— Suren's talent in leather crafting was unquestionable, and in 597, he had become a famous hidden' leather crafting master '. If he could use Suren for himself, it would be equivalent to solving the problem of updating his equipment.
But for now, Roddy still had to 'rely on himself'.
In the study, Roddy placed the borrowed tools on the table one by one. Natha, who had been like an attendant all this time, stood behind Roddy. She had just completed Roddy's task of 'investigating the whole town'. Logically speaking, after such a task, Roddy should have praised her, but he did not say anything. Instead, he raised his hand and said, "Give me your bow."
Without a word, Natha raised her hand and handed over the short bow.
Roddy pulled the bowstring, looked up, and asked, "Do you check your weapon every day?"
Natha nodded.
"Then you've checked for nothing." Roddy handed the bow back. "The bowstring still needs to be tightened two more times, and the position of the arrow platform is also slightly off. Adjust it now."
Natha silently held the short bow and said in a low voice, "Yes, teacher."
Roddy's fingers trembled a little, but he quickly got over it. Teaching was not an easy thing. Roddy had never been a teacher, so the only thing he could think of was to imitate the way Natha taught him. But obviously, this method was very stiff, and even seemed a little 'bullying'. Because for the next few days, Natha had to face extremely strict requirements and reprimands from Roddy all the time, not even a word of encouragement.
"By the way, you were attacked in Erza Village before. What was it?"
He changed the topic.
"A raven with red eyes."
Natha removed the bowstring and adjusted the short bow according to Roddy's instructions. After saying this, she found that Roddy frowned and stopped his movements.
"Where did you meet it?"
"Wagra Ruins."
Roddy's expression became serious, and his originally relaxed mood became a little tense. "How did you deal with the body?"
Natha recalled the big bird she had killed and said softly, "It rotted very quickly. In less than an hour, only some black feathers were left."
"Blood Raven … Summoning Necromancer." Roddy frowned. "What does this mean? Exploring the High Elf Ruins? Could it be … "
He suddenly remembered the letter left behind by Ansadin. Wasn't the city "Elson" drawn on the map a High Elf city?
And the "Recharging Crystal" that this guy was researching was just right in the Wagra Ruins!
Roddy's movement of tidying up the leather gradually slowed down. He silently weighed the information behind these pieces of evidence — "Blood Raven" was a unit that Necromancers would only use for "super-long-distance" reconnaissance. From his experience, the Necromancer was probably still very far away from here. It was even possible that his real body was in the Tasman Kingdom.
The biggest function of the "Blood Raven" was to record the scene in its eyes into the "Core of the Undead" in its body. But if the Necromancer wanted to see it, it had to return to him.
This meant that this dead "Blood Raven" could not send back the scene, so the Necromancer had no way of knowing anything about the Wagra Ruins. According to the nature of the "summoning" problem, the Necromancer did not even know the fact that the "Blood Raven" had died.
In short, Roddy still had enough time to respond.
"Recharging Crystal … Elson, is this Augustine's goal …"
Roddy silently noted this extremely important information in his heart, but his hands continued to choose leather materials quietly. To put it bluntly, no matter who he wanted to face in the future, it was more important to be strong than anything else.
At this time, he was making leather armor, and one of them was for Natha. Roddy checked Natha's status bar. After confirming that she had reached Level-9, he asked casually, "What color leather armor do you like?"
Natha was stunned — no one had ever asked her such a question since she was a child. She, who had always been indifferent, showed a rare look of hesitation. After thinking for a long time, she finally answered hesitantly, "I … I don't know."
Roddy looked up at Natha, but the silhouette of the "Iceberg Teacher" in dark red leather armor flashed in his mind …
"It's okay, I know."
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