On the second day of mid-autumn, Roland received a secret letter from King's City.
Nine out of ten letters were sent by his personal guard, Theo, through a flying courier.
Unfolding the note wrapped around the bird's claw, Roland walked to the window and carefully read it under the bright sunshine.
Your Highness, your plan has achieved an amazing success.
Because the palace was quickly sealed and no one was allowed to enter or leave, I was unable to find out the effect of the explosion. However, by the evening, almost all the residents knew about the attack on the palace. Whether it was in pubs, inns, or squares, wherever people gathered, there was only one topic of discussion. Even the death of the late King did not have such a sensational impact. In addition to the warning you issued before, many people now even think that Timothy has been killed in this attack, and that you will soon come to King's City and become the new ruler of Graycastle.
This content made Roland completely relieved. The bombing mission had been successfully completed, and the witches had safely returned. There was no better news than this.
After making himself a cup of tea, he returned to the mahogany table and continued to read.
However, according to the information collected so far, there has been no movement in the territories of the great nobles outside King's City, and the reaction of the palace was also very fast. Therefore, I speculate that Timothy Wimbledon is likely still alive.
In addition, there are people who swear that the attack came from the sky. Some residents saw a pale white object falling from the sky and falling into the palace at a very fast speed. Therefore, I already have a preliminary plan for the task you gave me. If we can exaggerate this matter as a punishment from Heaven for the atrocities of the fake King, I think many people will believe it.
The people I recruited are full of enthusiasm. Usually, they have collected a lot of information about Timothy's tyrannical behavior. Now that they are mixed together, I think it will be more effective. I believe that in less than a month, this news will spread to the ears of every citizen through the Black Street Rats.
In addition, I will continue to closely monitor the movements of the Eastern Suburbs Barracks. However, according to the current situation, Timothy should have no time to care about other things before he can come up with a countermeasure to resist the attack.
There was no signature at the end of the letter. After reading it, Roland folded the letter and put it in a drawer, then he let out a long sigh.
It would be great if Easterly Wind No. 1 could really prevent Timothy from dispatching troops.
After all, it was too much of a waste to waste a large number of people on potions in battle. The later the enemy started a war of attrition, the more opportunities he would have to win over people.
Roland picked up the cup and took a sip of the fragrant black tea. What he needed to do next was to wait for the witches to return.
He hadn't seen Anna for a few days, and no one had stolen the dried fish from his drawer. He felt a little uncomfortable.
Just then, Carter pushed open the office door.
"Your Highness, two fleets have arrived at the pier."
"Has the Margaery Chamber of Commerce arrived? Considering the time spent on the road, she missed a good show … Wait. "Roland was slightly stunned." There's another fleet? "
"Yes," Carter said with a smile, "The emissary delegation you sent to the Southern Territory to recruit people has returned. The refugees they brought with them have almost filled up the docks. City hall is following your plan and carrying out that … "
"Quarantine work."
"Yes, yes, it's to eliminate the possible existence of demonic plague …" The Chief Knight coughed twice. "This batch has about four or five hundred people."
"Is that so?" Roland couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth. He had just been talking about this matter, and now it was effective. It seemed that the temporary housing that Lotus was responsible for would have to be increased. "Let's go and see."
*
Kyle Sichi put down the thin remnant of the book and kept repeating the same sentence, "So that's how it is."
"Mentor?" Chavez asked with some concern.
Since he had received this "Intermediate Chemistry", Kyle hadn't slept for two days. He almost spent the whole night reading the entire ancient book. He had also glanced at it a few times, but the content was too profound and difficult to understand.
"I'm fine," the Chief Alchemist's voice didn't sound tired at all. Instead, he was full of energy. Although the corners of his eyes had dirt, his eyes were bright and full of expression. He didn't look like someone who had stayed up all night.
When a mentor was studying alchemy, he couldn't easily disturb him. This was a rule that a disciple should abide by. Until now, Chavez dared to open his mouth and ask, "This book … I don't understand. What is an atom, and what is an electron?"
"You are already a qualified alchemist, so you don't need to call yourself a disciple. According to His Highness, we are now colleagues," Kyle paused. "As for your question, I don't know how to answer it … In fact, when His Highness Roland gave me the" Intermediate Chemistry ", he also included this book."
Chavez looked at the other book on the table. On the cover was written the words "Theoretical Basis of Natural Science".
"Sichi … Sir," he was not used to this title. "It seems to have nothing to do with alchemy … no, chemistry."
"I originally thought so," Kyle said while stroking his beard. "But after flipping through a few pages, I realized that I actually know nothing about this world."
"What?" Chavez stared blankly. Know nothing? Alchemists study the composition of objects and the nature of elements. If even they know nothing about it, then what difference is there between other people and monkeys?
"I mean the concept," the voice of the chief alchemist was full of excitement … and satisfaction. "We think that alchemy is alchemy, that it is the study of material knowledge. The rising and setting of the sun, the blooming and withering of flowers, none of this has anything to do with us."
"Isn't that the case … the observation of the sun and the stars is what astrologers are good at. As for plants," Chavez said with slight disdain, "Only farmers and herb gatherers would study them."
"That's why we know nothing," Kyle said while shaking his head. "From the very beginning, this book tries to link all things together. Whether it's stones, flowers, Thunder, or flames, they are all made up of unified things and operate under unified rules. Not only does chemistry react according to the rules, even the rising and falling of the sun, the blooming and withering of flowers are the same. This rule is so precise that as long as the starting conditions are the same, the results will be exactly the same. Chemistry is only a small part of it. "
"… This, how is this possible?"
"I also think it's hard to imagine," he spread out the periodic table of elements, "In intermediate chemistry, it defines the shape of the elements as a big ball surrounded by many small balls. The big ball determines what kind of element it is, and the number of layers and numbers of the small balls determine the characteristics of the element. And this list, is arranged according to this rule, they are as neat as a line of soldiers. I also completely understand His Highness's meaning: why we have never seen or come into contact with this element, but we can also infer its nature and reaction mechanism. Because even the fundamental reaction, is also the gain and loss of the small balls, it simply doesn't involve the change of the big ball, this is also the reason why the elements in the reaction won't disappear, only transfer. "
Chavez pondered for a moment, "Do you … believe it?"
These theories are too vague, and can't be verified with the naked eye, so, how did the people who wrote the books know about them?
"I don't know, so I can't answer your previous question," Kyle smiled, "But it's not important whether I believe it or not, the key is that it provides a perspective that I have never imagined … It allows me to see another door, and the door is not only engraved with chemistry." Speaking until here, his tone slightly paused, "Unfortunately, His Highness wasn't able to record it all. He may not be able to understand what he missed. "
Chavez didn't understand what Kyle had said, just like when he first became an apprentice, the alchemist's terminology was like another language to him. Now, he once again had this feeling.
But he wasn't worried, as long as he stayed by his mentor's side, he would certainly be able to learn these so-called inner connections of all things. Compared to the chief alchemist, the one thing he didn't lack the most was time.
After a moment of silence, Chavez opened his mouth to ask, "But, why did His Highness distribute these books, with different colors of names?"
The chief alchemist let out an "Huh" sound, "This … I actually overlooked it. Could it be a random act? " But he quickly shook his head, "No, if it was black and red it would be fine, but these colors are particularly difficult to match, so it's unlikely that it was unintentional. In other words, His Highness deliberately made it like this? "
"Elementary Chemistry" was blue, "Natural Science Theoretical Foundation" was blue, "Elementary Mathematics" was green, and "Intermediate Chemistry (Remnant Volume)" was written in purple paint. Looking at them individually, they didn't stand out, but if they were placed together, they would be particularly eye-catching.
"Probably in order to look good?" Chavez guessed. (To be continued. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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