"My lord, it's not the lord … It's the Rose Cross."
The answer made Mirno feel suffocated, and his face turned red and white. Finally, he sat back down in disappointment. Although the Viper Cross was more powerful in the central and eastern part of the kingdom, the Rose Cross was an official church. Even Charles II could not move them easily. Mirno was just a commander with an arrow of authority. Even if he forced the local lord to enter the monastery or the church to arrest the people, the lord would not be willing to do so.
"The Rose Cross … It's the Rose Cross again!"
Previously, he had tried to set up a trade barrier to block the flow of goods to Efta and the entire Kalen Kingdom. However, it had not been effective in the end. The biggest factor was that the Rose Cross had not cooperated. The Rose Cross would transport the goods however they wanted. Those who dared to stop them would be killed as heretics. Thus, Mirno hated the Rose Cross very much.
While he was gritting his teeth, his servant suddenly sent him a message. There was a bishop outside the Count's mansion.
"What bishop? Why is he looking for me? "
Milnor was annoyed by the word "Rose Cross", and he was furious when he heard the word "Bishop". However, when the servant whispered the word "Viper Cross", he was stunned and immediately changed his attitude. He waved his hand and said, "Go and invite him. I'll wait for him in the living room."
"It seems like they're ready to join in the war."
Although Mirno was not good at war, he had a keen sense of politics. His mood, which was originally filled with negative emotions, was now much better. He let out a long sigh and thought about the possible demands of the Viper Cross. Then, he walked to the meeting hall with a smile.
*****
While Count Mirno was worrying about how to start the war, Cullen's mages did not seem to have any intention of getting involved in the war.
In fact, although the mages were supported by the royal family or nobles, there was an unwritten rule that mages who were above the level of a mage could not get involved in any internal conflicts of the kingdom.
Over the years, the mages of the Kingdom of Karen had never had a real battle. That was why they were defeated so badly by the young mages brought by Houdini. Compared to Lassiman, who used magic to fight his way out, these flowers in the greenhouse were much more fragile.
However, this did not mean that the sorcerers in the Kingdom of Karen had given up on themselves. After the comparison in the King's City, the sorcerers began to focus on their own research. At the same time, they set stricter requirements for their apprentices. The "magic geniuses" who had been proud of their talents suddenly faced a nightmare training. The rest of the sorcerers had to go back and forth between the laboratory and the magic tower with dark circles under their eyes. They seemed to be having a harder time than farmers.
Velda was one of these mages.
He was 33 years old this year and was an apprentice of Crohn, the Crown of Ice. Of course, compared to the few proud apprentices who followed Crohn to the King's City, Velda could only be regarded as an extremely "mediocre" middle-rank mage. However, compared to the other classes in the kingdom, he had a fixed salary and an independent laboratory. His life was actually quite comfortable.
Velda was not a mage who was known for his intelligence. He reached Level-21 at the age of 33 because of his extraordinary diligence and patience. He was the kind of person who could repeat an experiment a hundred times without changing his expression. Crohn's evaluation of him was that he was a diligent old ox. Although he couldn't be the biggest pillar of support, he was an indispensable pillar of strength in the Cullen Magic World.
The magic tower where Mage Crohn was located was relatively close to the King's City. His apprentices were also doing magic research and learning in the laboratory nearby. Therefore, the territory near the magic tower was not affected by the Orcs' invasion. Other than the fact that there were fewer caravans on the street, there was not much difference from usual.
Velda, dressed in a gray mage robe, walked hurriedly toward the building at the end of the street. At this time, he was preparing to buy the experimental materials he needed next. Due to Crohn's recent urging, he had to work overnight to barely finish the experiments in the past few days. Therefore, at this time, he was exhausted and felt a little dizzy. When he walked into the cramped magic tool shop, he accidentally tripped over the threshold and almost spilled three to four bottles of potions placed in the window, causing the shop owner to scold him.
"This is the third time! If you really break that bottle of potion, I swear you won't be able to pay for it even if you sell your laboratory! "
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry …"
Velda hurriedly apologized to the dwarf who was only half his height. The latter looked like he was in his forties, but his body was only the size of a child. He looked rather strange. This shop owner named Durwich became like this after a potion accident. His dwarfism made him very bad-tempered. Although the items in the shop were of fair price and quality guaranteed, there were still many mages who could not stand his attitude and left in a huff.
However, Velda was obviously an old customer. With his mild temperament, he did not take Durwich's accusations to heart. After apologizing repeatedly, he took out the list of materials and began to let the other party take inventory.
"Another batch?"
The dwarf glanced at him and mocked, "Another failed experiment? This is the fourth time you've taken the same amount of materials. Won't you be dragged out and beaten by Lord Crohn for wasting gold coins like this? "
"I'm a little stupid. That … It can't be helped."
Velda smiled in a simple and honest manner. His demeanor left Darwicke at his wit's end. Bullying an honest man was meaningless to him. So, he jumped down from the tall stool, and muttered as he took out oddly shaped materials from the cabinets. At the same time, he changed the topic and said, "I heard that Aferta had a great victory. Are you sure it's true?"
"Ah, I really don't know about that." He scratched his head. "Master Crohn didn't say anything about it."
"That's true. The Orcs' charge has scared the nobles. You apprentices under the Archmages don't have to worry about going to war anymore. But it's also a good thing that they don't have to fight. If the logistics can't keep up, you mages might starve. What a joke. Heh … Efta has obviously expected this. What do you mean by one's loss and another's gain? This is what you mean by one's loss and another's gain! "
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