Roland was startled by the phrase "time is running out", but he was slightly relieved after he understood. "Don't stop in the middle of a sentence, okay? It's so creepy."
"Do you think five years is a long time?" Agatha frowned. "This pattern was accurate in the first and second Battles of Divine Will, but I don't know why it's shortened now, and... it may become even shorter."
"I thought you would say the Bloody Moon will come this winter." Roland shrugged. According to the current development progress, he would be able to popularize brand-new firearms throughout the army in a year. As long as the enemy was not invulnerable, the war was not impossible. The only thing he needed to pay attention to was that the construction of the territory must be developed to the extent that it could support a protracted war. This required a relatively high standard of land, population, and resources, as well as enough strategic depth to allow a temporary retreat in case of defeat to preserve effective forces.
Therefore, the difficulty was not in weapons, but in the construction of two or three industrial cities to provide a steady stream of population, arms, and food for the war. Logistics guaranteed victory, and personnel guaranteed logistics. In summary, he found that what he most lacked were reliable leadership, cadres, and clerks. Without these, even if he unified Graycastle, he could not integrate it into a complete war machine, and the nobles might even drag him down.
Sure enough, the countries that could fight were all countries with a higher level of education.
"What's the name of this weapon?" Agatha suddenly changed the topic. "I remember you called it a 152mm Stronghold..."
"Standard Stronghold Artillery," Roland added. "There will be a naval artillery version in the future."
"If you can fill the entire city wall with such weapons before the Bloody Moon appears, we may be able to resist the attack of the demons. According to Kyle Sichi, what I did in the chemistry laboratory is also part of the artillery, right? " Agatha seemed to have made up her mind. "I'll do my best to produce liquid nitrogen and liquid oxygen for you, as long as you can..."
"Don't worry," he comforted her. "We'll defeat the demons."
*****
"Is that all you have to do today?" Evelynn dipped her finger into the wine in the jar and dipped it into her tongue. The spiciness seemed to have intensified. According to His Royal Highness's requirements, the purer the wine, the better. The best wine could not even contain any water, and every drop would be pure and mellow. Although she felt that the wine she brewed was getting closer and closer to His Royal Highness's requirements, it was getting further and further away from the word "delicious".
"Yes, thank you for your hard work," the manager of the winery put a number on the jar and nodded to her, "Please send my regards to His Highness."
"Can these … really be sold?" Evelyn was puzzled. Based on her experience in running a tavern, she was afraid that very few people could accept such a spicy taste.
"Well, I don't know," the man smiled. "But every once in a while, someone will come and take a batch away, so I think there should be people who like it."
Evelyn felt relieved. If no one was willing to drink this, not only would His Highness fail, but she would also lose her value … Fortunately, it was not what she had thought. It seemed that His Highness was indeed worthy of being born in a big noble family. He could really grasp the taste of the nobles. She smiled, "Then I'll go first."
Leaving the winery, Evelyn walked through the cold and windy streets back to the castle. The warm air immediately surrounded her. The inside and outside of the house were like two different worlds. She took a deep breath, took off her coat, and let the warmth come closer to her.
This kind of comfortable life was simply unimaginable in the past. During the winter, she would either have to huddle with her family around the brazier, or curl up under the quilt. Like the scene in the castle, what was the difference between it and the Kingdom of God, which the church claimed was like spring all year round? Moreover, His Highness also said that he wanted to popularize the heating system in ordinary residential areas, so that the people could stay away from the cold of the Months of Demons. She did not know how many believers of the church had arrived in the Kingdom of God, but here, the witches, who were known as the devil's minions, and ordinary civilians were the first to experience this. If the group of believers knew about this, they would probably gnash their teeth in envy.
His Royal Highness was really an omnipotent person.
Passing through the hall, Andrea, Ashes, and Shavi were playing poker.
"One against eight!"
"I can't afford it."
"One against two! I won, "Andrea said with a proud smile," Ashes still has six cards, the most left. Quickly hand over the ice cream promissory note! "Then she turned her head and waved at Evelyn," Hey, do you want to play together? "
Evelyn could not help but be curious, "What's an ice cream promissory note?"
"It's a bet," Andrea waved her hand, "The one who loses the most promissory notes has to hand over the next ice cream bread to the winner. How about it, let's have a try? "
Evelyn was quite hesitant, this was a rare opportunity to talk with a combat witch. On Sleeping Island, whether it was Andrea or Ashes, they were second only to Lady Tilly. Usually, they would rarely see each other, let alone take the initiative to invite her to participate in their activities. Moreover, "Fight the Landlord" was really interesting, the rules were simple, but it was full of changes, and it also required the cooperation of teammates, so it could easily be played for a whole day. But …
"Uh, the final exam is coming soon, don't you want to review it?"
"Are you referring to the basic homework assessment that night?" Andrea pouted. "They're all very simple questions. I don't even need to read a book to answer them."
The other two nodded.
That's right … Andrea was a nobleman, so she was more knowledgeable than the others, while Ashes and Shavi could also read and write, so it seemed that she was the most backward one.
"I … better not play," she hesitated for a moment, "you continue, I'll go back to my room to read."
Leaving the three slightly surprised people behind, Evelyn quickly ran back to the Witch House, opened the wooden door of her residence, and found Candle sitting at the table in the living room, practicing arithmetic problems behind the textbook.
"You're back?"
"Yes," seeing Candle immersed in her practice, she suddenly felt a lot more at ease, "how's the review?"
"Not bad, the nature and arithmetic parts are a little difficult to understand," Candle said with a smile, "how about you?"
"Me too," Evelyn nodded, "we'll collect the parts we don't understand, and ask Miss Anna tonight."
"Okay."
According to Scroll, these books were written by His Highness Roland himself, and are also a part of his knowledge. If I can master these, I can also have a part of him that is omnipotent, right? Evelyn thought, compared to the ability that was determined by birth, at least in this aspect, I can rely on hard work to make progress. Even if the nobles no longer like to drink spicy liquor, I can still serve as a teacher in the territory, and not be useless. For this reason, she opened the textbook almost as soon as she had time, gnawing on those esoteric vocabulary and calculations. Anna, Scroll, and Vendy's rooms were all places she often went to.
Her last exam results were at the bottom, this time she firmly believed that it wouldn't be the same.
So, first set a small goal, to surpass Maggie! She said to herself.
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