Uruk, the Divine Tower.
At the highest level, there was a King's Room.
Under Merlin's lead, Rozen and his entourage reached this place unimpeded.
In fact, there was no need for Merlin to lead them.
This was because Rozen and his entourage were not the only ones who had entered this place. There were also witches and civil officials who seemed to be in a hurry rushing back and forth, causing this place to exude an urgent professional atmosphere.
One by one, the civil officials were holding clay boards and queuing up in front of a throne.
On the throne, there was a person sitting.
It was a young King dressed in revealing, luxurious clothes. His body was covered in golden ornaments and armor, and he even wore golden gauntlets on his hands. He gave off a luxurious and extravagant feeling.
The young King wore a cloth hat that looked like a crown on his head. His eyes were red like rubies, and his appearance was extremely handsome. However, the aura and temperament he exuded was terrifyingly noble, to the point that people could not help but feel the urge to bow or even kneel down.
Such a young King sat on the throne, holding a clay board in his hand. As he read the written information recorded on the clay board, he gave instructions in a dignified voice.
"The weapons reserves at the frontline are running low. Let the three Laham brothers in the east speed up their forging. Before nightfall, we must first transport five hundred spears, one thousand two hundred arrows, and three hundred shields. If we can't complete this number, let them invite Father and Uncle. Although both of them are old, they're experts in smelting. I'm sure they'll be able to make it in time."
"Is the grain harvest not here yet? I remember it should be around this time, right? First, bring out the emergency rations for This King. That's right, it's the batch stored in the West District's basement. It's just at the point where it will spoil if it's not used. This King has already calculated it. Now is the time. "
"The conscription examination is about to start, right? It's already at the point where we can't go on without new recruits, isn't it? Did you lower the standards for conscription? Let me see the list … Ham, there are thirty-seven people who have signed up. This number can be considered to have solved the urgent problem. However, Marty has also signed up. What's going on? Isn't she a girl? And if I remember correctly, she's only ten years old this year, right? Which idiot registered her? Do you really think This King is stupid? If not for the recent shortage of civil servants, This King would have definitely chopped off that fool's head! Cross out the name immediately! "
"What is this? Who made the clay slab? The order is all a mess. This way, the efficiency of reporting, recording, and even reading will be reduced by more than 30%. Return it to This King. Tell the secretary to follow the specifications that This King previously gave to make the clay tablets. That is the specifications that will be used in human schools in the future for students to write self-reflection essays. It will still be applicable thousands of years later. You still haven't learned it? Then let's hurry! "
"That bunch of miscellaneous cultivators from the Witch Abode is causing trouble for This King again. I already said that this is a war that humans have to face personally. Don't try to summon God again. Have you forgotten how troublesome it was to summon the last time? A bunch of idiots! Order them to stop the ritual immediately! Otherwise, I will draw a beard on the statue of Ishtar in the temple! "
Similar orders came out of the young king's mouth one after another, and at an extremely fast pace.
One could imagine just how efficient the other party was in handling matters, and how precise they were in giving instructions.
Even Rozen was shocked.
"My goodness, this is the rhythm of everything from trivial family matters to the life and death of a country."
Fortunately, the population of a country in this era was at most in the tens of thousands. Otherwise, if every king worked with such precision, they would all die from overwork.
No, even at this level, it would be enough to cause death from overwork, right?
"Truly … truly worthy of being the oldest king in the history of mankind."
Matthew was also shocked, and all that was left was respect.
At this point, there was no need to emphasize it anymore.
The person on the throne was Gilgamesh.
"So this is Gilgamesh who returned as a Virtuous King?"
Merlin was standing next to Rozen and Matthew, and he was not surprised by the scene in front of him.
"He shed the aura and violence of the hero king, and the blood of the magus, returning as a wise king that no one can match. Only such a Gilgamesh can perform the miracle of Heroic Spirit Summoning and have the qualification to become the Crown Prince. If this disaster happened when he was still the hero king, I'm afraid that humanity would have perished, right?"
As the Hero King, Gilgamesh might have been much stronger than when he was the Virtuous King, but that king would never protect the humans or the kingdom behind the scenes. He would only charge to the frontlines like an unprecedented hero to kill his enemies. In the end, he caused the Sumerian Kingdom to be leaderless and in a state of disunity. It was destroyed early under the attacks of the Magical Beast Army.
Only Gilgamesh, who returned as a Virtuous King, had the ability to command all of humanity to resist this disaster.
Just as he said, this was a war that humanity had to face.
If he couldn't command humanity, then no matter how strong the hero king was, he would eventually die in front of the Three Goddesses Alliance, leading to the extinction of all humanity.
At that time, human history would completely collapse, and this singularity would never be repaired.
"It's not a problem to say that this era can still be maintained because of King Gilgamesh." Merlin spread his hands and said, "Now, you've finally met the King. What do you plan to do?"
What to do?
Is there a need to say it?
Of course, it's a direct conversation.
But …
"The king seems to be very busy. He didn't even notice our arrival. Can we really interrupt?"
Matthew was a little timid.
She had to say that it was indeed not the time to interrupt.
Gilgamesh didn't even pay attention to them. He was still giving orders to the officials.
"This king knows that there is a shortage of soldiers on the front line, but the recruits are still training. Don't let them go to the battlefield if they are not trained enough. Otherwise, they will just be fed to the Magical Beasts. How about this, transfer some troops from the east gate to the front line. There should be some remaining troops there …"
Gilgamesh gave such instructions. Even though he was busy, his order was quite clear.
Looking at Gilgamesh, Rozen suddenly spoke.
"No, although there are some remaining troops at the east gate, now is not the time to transfer them away. Because there was a battle there yesterday, the leader of the Magical Beasts summoned all the Magical Beasts in that area. Now there should be a lot of Magical Beasts gathered there. Soon, they will be the first to attack the east gate. So instead of transferring the troops at the east gate, it's better to transfer the troops at the west gate where there are fewer Magical Beasts."
When such a voice sounded from Rozen's mouth, all the movement in the entire hall came to an abrupt halt.
"Sen … Senpai?"
Matthew's eyes widened.
"Huh?"
Merlin let out a sound of admiration.
“.....”
She couldn't help but look at Rozen.
Rozen just stared ahead, looking at the direction of the throne.
There, including the officials, everyone looked at this side in surprise.
On the throne, Gilgamesh also stopped.
The king slowly turned his head and looked over.
The two pairs of eyes immediately met.
Inside, he was in high spirits.
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