It was already the next morning when D 'Edarion walked out of the study. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Princess Promia. She was leaning against the stone wall of the corridor with her eyes closed, holding her sword. The sun shone through the window and fell on her slightly trembling eyelashes. It was an indescribably beautiful scene.
The president of the Sorcerer Association was silent for a long time. In the end, he decided not to disturb her. He tiptoed to the other end of the corridor. When he passed by Promia, the sleeping elven princess suddenly said, "President D 'Edarion, why are you in such a hurry? You don't even want to say goodbye to me?"
D 'Edarion smiled bitterly. "Is Princess Promia making fun of me?"
"No, actually, my father asked me to wait here and kill you. I'm sorry, President D 'Edarion." Promia apologized. At the same time, she pulled out her sword and slashed at D' Edarion.
The president of the Sorcerer Association was shocked. At this moment, many thoughts flashed through D 'Edarion's mind. In the end, he stood still and did not move.
The next moment, the sword stopped in front of his nose.
"Has anyone ever told you that it's boring to be too smart?"
D 'Edarion rubbed his nose. "I didn't move not because I'm not afraid, but because I know that if you really want to kill me, it's useless no matter how I move."
"Oh, you're quite a sweet talker. You pass." Promia sheathed her sword. "It seems that you've gained a lot this time."
"At least it's not a wasted trip. Your father refused to hand over Vennar the Fifth, but he agreed to consider sending troops when necessary."
"This careful wording sounds like him," the elven princess paused. The Elf Princess paused and said, "It's rare for you to come to Silvermoon City. Do you need me to show you around?
"No, I don't have much time left. The elven world is just the first stop. Next, I have to go to the dwarves and orcs."
Promia raised her eyebrows. "So, the next time we meet, we may be comrades fighting side by side."
"I just hope that day never comes," D 'Edarion smiled bitterly.
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Rob and the research team he led only spent 20 days to complete the improvement of the wheat. The new wheat had a greatly improved ability to adapt to the environment. Even if it was infected with a disease, it could recover on its own. When this news spread, it immediately encouraged the entire human world.
However, Prime Minister Pushkin couldn't bring himself to laugh. Recently, he had been under a lot of pressure. He was still in the midst of calculating the situation of the Holy Alliance's disaster, but the intelligence he had gathered had undoubtedly confirmed his worst guess. Due to the war, the plague hadn't been brought under control in time. Furthermore, no one had expected the outbreak of so many diseases at once, thinking that it was only their own region that was affected. In the end, after the war, a rough estimate showed that the Holy Alliance's food production would probably decrease by more than 60% this year.
This number was truly shocking.
As soon as the new Pope Wenger took office, he immediately began to deal with the food crisis. As allies, the Lionheart Empire and the Free city-state had also promised to provide support. Reinhardt the Seventh's order had already been sent back, requesting that the Lionheart Empire's granary be transported to Red Rock City in the west of the Holy Alliance.
However, as a result, the Lionheart Empire's already strained food reserves would become even more strained. In fact, many people opposed this matter. This time, the Lionheart Empire had suffered heavy losses. Although the Magician's Association had found a solution, the newly cultivated crops could only be planted next year. In order to prevent the spread of the disease, the crops that had been burned to prevent the spread of the disease would never be able to return.
As early as one and a half months ago, Pushkin had already reported the situation to Reinhardt the Seventh who was still in Saint Massa. However, the reply he received was only two words. Pushkin had no choice but to continue to increase the grain collection and purchase price. However, the problem was that in the past, when one side suffered a natural disaster, they could still collect grain from the other two sides. Now, it was equivalent to three sides suffering a disaster at the same time. If they wanted to collect grain from other races, they would have to pay a higher price. Furthermore, regardless of whether it was the Elves or the Dwarves, they did not have as many grain as the humans. Even if they were willing to cooperate, the amount of grain they could provide would still be limited.
While Pushkin was still worrying about food, the news that the White Raven brought him the next morning made him suck in a breath of cold air.
Currently, there were seven Abyssal Cracks in the Lionheart Empire. In the past two years, these seven Abyssal Cracks had been very quiet. However, not long ago, the guards guarding the Abyssal Cracks sent an urgent message. Apart from the Abyssal Crack in Mirabar City, the other six Abyssal Cracks had been acting up in the past month.
This was definitely a first-class emergency. When Pushkin received the news, he was shocked. That very night, he went to the Magician's Association. Coincidentally, Rob was also there, so he went to the palace with Lilith.
Pushkin briefly explained the situation. In just one night, the activity of the monsters near the six Abyssal Cracks had at least doubled. This made the guards very nervous. It was said that many traces of monster activity could already be seen from the camp.
The Magician's Association had also sent people to monitor the Abyssal Cracks, so Lilith had also received the news.
However, this had happened too suddenly. Lilith could not determine whether this was a signal for the monsters to attack or something else had happened.
Among the three of them, only Rob's expression was the calmest. After listening to Pushkin's explanation, he asked, "How many floating forts do you have left? How long will it take to mobilize them? "
Pushkin's expression changed. "Could it be that those monsters are preparing to leave the Abyssal Crack?"
The future Supreme Magister Your Honor nodded. "If they want to make a move, now is the best time."
His words shattered the last of the Prime Minister's hopes. Indeed, the human world was facing a large-scale outbreak of plant diseases. Now that they were facing a food crisis, if those monsters suddenly attacked at this time, the situation would undoubtedly worsen. There was another reason that Rob did not mention. Lolo was currently closing the Abyssal Crack in Mirabar City. Now that the Abyssal Crack had shrunk by half, and the gods would not sit by and watch as all the Abyssal Cracks were closed.
Pushkin's face paled. "But His Majesty hasn't returned yet."
Not only that, but the most elite armed forces of the Lionheart Empire had also stayed in the Sacred Alliance with Lionheart VII. Duke Milford's 70,000 troops were the first to retreat, but it would take another month for them to return to the Empire's territory.
Rob shook his head. "Don't count on those two troops. I'm afraid they won't return in the near future."
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