This emperor was not a good-for-nothing idiot. Now, he knew that he had lost the war because of his desire for grandiose achievements. Now that he carefully examined the gap between himself and Roddy, he felt that Roddy really did not seem like a traditional "noble ruler."
It was as if he had suddenly emerged from a rock. His parents had died early, and he was of humble birth. But he had extraordinary strength. Judging by his current battle record, he was almost at the level of "a thousand enemies." After the intelligence department contacted many battles related to "arrow ambushes," it was basically confirmed that Roddy was a character whose upper limit could not be determined.
And such a person had suddenly risen with a ruined city. What did he rely on?
He did not have many troops, nor did he have strong economic strength. Making the kingdom rich could not be done with words alone. What Charles II considered most every day was how to face this opponent that gave him the most headache. That's right, after the "Temple" was controlled by Eiffta, the royal family and Eiffta were no longer as disparate as before. They were now on equal footing.
Roddy had replaced Augustine as the thorn in the side of the entire royal family.
Logically speaking, what everyone should be worried about now was whether Eiffta would take the opportunity to continue attacking south. But when they opened the newspaper, they realized that they had no such intention. On the contrary, Eiffta was engaged in internal construction. Yesterday, it was "the first phase of the highway from Elsen City to Hollier City completed." Today, it was "the intercity transportation train from Elsen City to Jacob Town opened." Just from the sound of it, one could tell that these were things that required a lot of manpower and resources …
Charles II was actually also curious about what the "highway" and "intercity transportation train" were, but the intelligence team that he had sent out had yet to reply, so he could only sit here and wait. But behind these news, a set of statistics made him unprecedentedly vigilant.
On the piece of paper next to his hand, the names of the magic apprentices, assistants, and even low-rank mages who had left the royal family in the past week were clearly recorded.
All in all, the number of people added up to more than a hundred. It must be noted that even if those people were not the middle-rank and senior-rank sorcerers who could fight on the battlefield, they were all highly educated people who were no longer "illiterate". Even the "magic apprentices" of the lowest level could recite the basic textbooks of magic fluently as if they were a piece of cake.
In this era where the illiteracy rate was more than 95%, this kind of "knowledgeable person" was extremely rare among the 5%. Therefore, the departure of more than a hundred "knowledgeable people" was basically equivalent to the departure of the elite group of twenty to thirty thousand people.
The total population of the territory controlled by the Cullen Royal Family was probably less than three hundred thousand. Including the vassal nobles nearby, it would already be impressive if there were more than six hundred thousand. Right now, the royal family could only count about a thousand orthodox 'sorcerers'. To put it bluntly, the 'magic apprentices' who had left the royal family were the foundation of the future sorcerers of the royal family!
Elsen City did not say that they wanted to poach people. They just threw out a few recruitment notices, and so many people were out of control. What was the problem? Charles II flipped through "The Age of Cullen", and a clue that he had marked out came into view —
"The second branch of Elson Magic Academy opens in Hollier. Duke and Sally attend the ceremony!"
'Three academies are located in Efta's Gold Territory. Register now!'
"The Magic Academy and the Magic Academy opened so many in one go? Are you trying to make the commoners literate? "
Charles II flipped to the piece of information about "Efta's Civil Service Examination" that he had noticed before and was silent for a long time.
Although Efta did not organize any attacks, the information that came one after another was like a mountain, inexplicably pressing down on him and making it hard for him to breathe.
…
August arrived as scheduled.
On the calm sea, the afternoon sun was unusually vicious. The crew on the deck were all hiding in the shade of the sails to rest. The floating space towers around the hull of the "Boratini" were immersed in the sea, rising and falling with the waves. The sea breeze blew, and the smell of blood was as usual.
At this time, the non-swimmers of Efta had already passed the initial novelty and were all hiding in the cabin, unwilling to come out. The barbarian soldiers and dragon lancers were used to "conserving their energy" — to put it bluntly, they were sleeping soundly. Meanwhile, Roddy and the others were in the spacious canteen on the ship, enjoying the cool wind from the Freezing Magic Circle and the "ice cream" that the kitchen had made according to Roddy's suggestion.
Roddy had tried to DIY this thing at home before, so he roughly remembered how to make it. There was no shortage of raw materials on the ship. Apart from the time it took to make the cream, everything else was easily done with the help of magic. So now, almost everyone was holding a bowl of ice cream that was frozen by Merlinsera with magic, and eating it happily.
"Big Brother Roddy didn't know to ask Elson's chef to make such delicious food. I think there must be a conspiracy!"
Naify's lips were white, and Roddy laughed when he saw that. "What conspiracy could there be? At that time, Elson was poor, and that crappy bread hurt my throat. Even then, your mother still told me to reduce the budget … You don't know, I almost got angry with her once. If the budget was reduced again, I wouldn't even be able to eat bread anymore. I might as well eat dirt! "
"Hahaha, a dignified city lord almost had to eat dirt to survive. You are the only one."
Merlinsera especially liked to listen to Roddy's embarrassing stories, and she was overjoyed. Akasha looked at Rody with a gentle gaze and sighed. "In the past, I could not even eat bread. When I was the most hungry, I even ate grass. It was just a little better than eating soil."
"We are not going to have a reminiscence party. By the way, Sylvia, what did the High Elves eat back then?"
"Um … Forehead …"
Sylvia had just eaten a big bite, and she couldn't speak for a moment because of the cold. She only swallowed after a long while. She blushed and said, "Nothing special, just some vegetables and pancakes. The nobles ate good food, but I was born a commoner, so I didn't have the chance to taste those delicacies … The Magic Tower would add some magical beast meat for us during festivals, and it tasted good. "
No one at the table felt uncomfortable talking about something that happened 700 years ago. Instead, when Sylvia was talking, everyone was listening attentively, which warmed her heart. However, she was interrupted by Roddy's question. "Magical beast meat? Aren't those things inedible? "
Roddy was right. There was a common understanding on the continent: magical beast meat was inedible. Eating it would cause all kinds of side effects. If it was light, it would result in diarrhea, and if it was heavy, it would result in death. The cause was also hard to find.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, that's a pity. Magical beast meat actually tastes good."
Merlinsera licked her lips as she reminisced about the past. However, Roddy rolled his eyes in disdain. She made a face and added, "But normal humans can't eat magical beast meat. Do the High Elves have this special ability?"
"Not really. I heard that it was specially processed. Other than us, I've never heard of anyone else eating magical beast meat."
Sylvia's explanation made everyone nod in understanding. However, Naiffy was energized and asked Roddy to find a way. Naturally, Roddy agreed to her request.
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