A negotiation that was unknown to outsiders put an end to the turmoil that had been brewing in Abadan for the past few days.
Some of the more timid nobles had rushed back to their territories the day after the incident in the barracks and went into hiding. However, most of the nobles were still hiding in their mansions, feeling uneasy. If even the barracks could not be spared, no one knew where was safe.
No one could sleep well. Some could not even sleep, and some did not dare to sleep. They ordered their trusted guards to form a circle around them, as if this would be able to stop the mysterious mage. The night passed peacefully.
Some people thought that this stupid method had worked, and some impulsive people thought that the glory of the Empire had finally scared off the scoundrel hiding in the dark. However, the tragic situation of the 10th Battalion of the 10th Legion had finally spread from the whispers of the commoners to the nobles' circle, and it had spread like wildfire.
More and more nobles fled back to their territories, and those who remained in the city huddled together for warmth. The peace of the fourth night was like the calm before the storm for the nobles. Those in high positions cherished their lives more than the barefoot commoners. No one wanted to lose their lives before they could enjoy life.
In contrast, the soldiers of the 10th Legion were furious, and their cries for battle were endless. How could any normal hot-blooded man endure the slaughter of his comrades? They did not know who the other party was, so there was no way to start a fight. If they knew, the entire army would have been mobilized long ago to encircle this unknown enemy.
Jarvid Poole's solution was simple: suppress the enemy directly. If he was dealing with commoners, he would have to worry if his attitude was too tough, and there would be chaos. Against the army, if he did not suppress the signs, there would be chaos!
There was also a ready-made reason. The captain of the 10th Battalion, Baili Nia, had sent out troops without orders, causing the 10th Battalion to be slaughtered. Now that the 10th Legion was in a period of self-restraint, everyone had to act cautiously and wait for an investigation. Without orders, leaving the barracks would be regarded as rebellion. Killing them on the spot was not a big deal, but it would also deprive them of their reputation and family benefits.
It could be said that other than breaking legs or killing people, all the ruthless methods that could be used within the system were used. They had to calm the army down in the shortest time possible.
The reason why Jarvid Poole had put in so much effort was, of course, because he had negotiated everything with the magician. Even though he didn't get the most ideal result, which was to absorb the other party into the Empire and make the other party work for the Empire, it wasn't the worst case scenario.
Guebrach Tripwood's condition was that the city of Abadan provide him with the materials he needed and assign a workshop to manufacture and modify the parts he needed for the airship Sid. At the same time, after providing the necessary supplies, they would leave.
As the city lord who was in charge of the affairs of the city, Javaid Poole was not someone who did not know anything about the market. The value of the magical materials and supplies requested by a certain someone was nothing compared to the value of the equipment of half of the Tenth Brigade that he had destroyed.
For such a small amount of money, he had to destroy half a brigade. His heart was bleeding. Not only that, those who died were all well-trained soldiers who had seen blood before. Anyone who had led soldiers would know that veterans were priceless.
So now, Javaid Poole only had one thought, and that was to send these demons of plague away as soon as possible. Who told him to feel the familiar pressure of life and death as soon as he entered the inn? Under the blabbering longsword's introduction, he learned that there was a humanoid black dragon in this group of people …
What a joke, even if it was an old black dragon, it was still a proper dragon. With a few breaths of dragon breath, he didn't know how many brigades he would have to destroy.
This wasn't to say that the regular army of the Empire of Guevana couldn't deal with a mere black dragon. But when a black dragon, a resurrected demon king, and a magician who seemed weak but could actually destroy half a brigade in an instant, it was not possible for a mere Tenth Brigade to crusade against.
If he wanted to challenge them, he would have to have more power. And in the Empire, the only ones who had more power were the people at the top. A commander couldn't and shouldn't touch that. So although he was full of resentment, he was secretly happy to throw this trouble to the top, because it was obviously not something he could handle.
For Lin, he didn't have high standards and was used to being petty, so he thought his request was already too much. So he was quite surprised that General Javaid Poole, the actual person in charge of Abadan City, had come in person and readily agreed to his request.
But this also proved once again that in the Lost Land, instead of working hard to earn money and buy what you wanted, it was faster to show off your muscles and hook your fingers.
In fact, on Earth, no matter if it was an advanced or backward country, it was the same. It was just that before transmigrating, his level was too low to come into contact with that level of world. But after transmigrating to the Lost Land, he went through all these years in a daze. For some reason, he was qualified to see this world where "money is just a number."
Regardless of how strong his arms and wrists were, and how much he could squeeze out of others, he was still used to only taking what he needed. And now, what he needed was the materials to repair the Sid.
But the two gearboxes cost a lot of things, and the more valuable ones were the design and ideas. So he added other things he wanted, including the materials he had promised the silver-bearded dwarf to modify the energy center of the peaceful armed forces.
These materials weren't very precious, but he was in a foreign land and didn't have the help of people familiar with the area, so it wasn't easy to find them.
Now that the Lord of Abadan City had jumped out to be the spendthrift, how could he not take advantage of him? His original plan was to help pay some money and let the other party do the work to find these materials. But General Javid Poole patted his chest and took care of all the materials. Of course, a certain someone reluctantly accepted it with a smile.
His original plan was that as long as the other party didn't stop the workshop owners in the city from making and modifying parts of the Sid, it would be fine. He could go and compare prices, find a workshop owner with enough skills, and entrust him with the work.
But then he thought about it, his idea didn't seem to work.
Thinking about it from the perspective of the workshop owners, first of all, he was the target who had been warned not to help. Suddenly, the higher-ups said that the ban was lifted, so who would really jump into the money-grubbing and help the other party? Those who would do such a thing were either stupid or stupid. Who knew if the higher-ups would go back on their word and make things difficult for those who helped the target.
Instead of that, it was better to let General Javaid Poole assign a workshop that cooperated with him. That way, the workshop owners who cooperated with him wouldn't have to worry about being made difficult because it was an order from the higher-ups. That way, it would reduce the trouble for others. Confucius said, "Don't do to others what you don't want done to you." Why bother making things difficult for those craftsmen who worked hard to earn money?
Secondly, if the other party wanted to do something, the target would be more obvious. Because there was only one target to work with, as long as he put in some effort to keep an eye on it, or do it himself, he was confident that he could avoid most of the problems.
That was better than following the original plan of contracting out different parts to different workshops and finally integrating them himself. If he did that, there would be too many places to monitor and spread out, and there would be more loopholes that could be exploited.
In short, both sides took what they needed, and the matter was quickly settled like this. Moreover, both sides tacitly ignored the annihilated Viscount Niya's family and the soldiers of the 10th Battalion.
General Javaid Poole didn't want to open that scar. If he opened it up, he wouldn't have the ability to hold the other party accountable, and it would only cause more trouble for himself. Why bother?
Lin also didn't want to talk about those things anymore. It wasn't that he felt guilty about killing people, but what would happen if he brought it up? Apologize? Blame? Make a fuss about it? Since he couldn't do anything, it wasn't a suitable topic to talk about casually, so he might as well not talk about it.
That night, except for those who didn't have the right to know about this matter, everyone had a rare good night's sleep. Although Lin had stopped his night errands, he still maintained the surveillance of the Arcana Eyes and set up some warning conditions before he finally fell asleep.
Marco Lin wasn't so naive as to believe the words of these big shots unconditionally. Saying one thing in front of others and then betraying them the next moment was the basic quality of these people.
He believed that these big shots would definitely keep their words to themselves. They were definitely idiots. Because those who witnessed this kind of people going back on their word were either so miserable that they couldn't make a comeback, so no one would believe them, or they would die talking nonsense. To these big shots, solving the problem and dealing with the person who caused the problem were the same. They had to be on guard, they had to be on guard.
It was in this strange atmosphere that Lin and the others went back and forth between the inn and the workshop, working on the modification of the Sid.
The nobles in Abadan were clamoring, but everyone seemed to have forgotten to find the real culprit, even if the culprit was right under their noses. They didn't ask, and they didn't look. They just cursed the "unknown" enemy all day long. It was as if they could kill the enemy just by cursing.
After the soldiers of the 10th Legion were angry at first, they calmed down. After using a calmer gaze to review the known battle examples, he discovered something. It seemed that they really couldn't win.
They didn't know the limits of the spell, how wide the range of the spell was, how many times the mage could cast it, and how long it would take for the mage to recite the spell. Under a lot of unknown circumstances, rashly challenging the target again wouldn't change the outcome at all.
They volunteered to be a member of the 10th Legion to protect the empire and punish all the enemies. They didn't come here to die for nothing. It wasn't uncommon to issue a challenge when there were many enemies and the situation was unknown on the battlefield. But as long as they met, if they wanted to win, they could only do it at the cost of human lives and piles of bones.
At this time, they had to ask, "Is it worth it?"
In a situation where there was no way to retreat, not to mention piles of human lives, broken limbs, or disabled people, they had to find a way to bite off a piece of the enemy's flesh with their teeth before they were willing to die. But if it wasn't such a dangerous situation, why would they waste their lives just for face and revenge for their comrades?
Everyone calmed down.
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