Kamel's last sentence was full of momentum, but Gwen did not take it too seriously.
No mage would be able to resist the things that Kamal mentioned, not even the most prideful of traditional grand mages.
Although some of Kamel's ancient spells were indeed unusable in this era, and although many of the ancient technologies that Kamel knew were products of the Deep Blue Well, the ancient magician still had a lot of knowledge that contemporary spellcasters would scramble for. As long as one-tenth of the long-lost magic circles, runes, and classical spells were still usable, it would be enough to set off an uproar in the circle of traditional magicians.
What's more, Kamel himself, an ancient magician who had lived since the Age of Sparks and transformed into an arcane body, was enough to shock the Captical magicians.
Now, what Gwen had to consider was not whether Cecil Hill was attractive to the Captical magicians, but whether Kamel should be exposed to the circle of traditional magicians, and to what extent would the attracted magicians spread the news.
He did not want the traditional magicians to notice Cecil Hill too early, because the order in this land was contrary to the traditional magicians' world from the beginning. Although Gwen was not afraid of those decadent guys, it was now a critical stage of the development of Cecil Hill. Attracting hostility too early would only disrupt many of his plans.
But he would not give up the opportunity to recruit talents from the Captical — it was better to find a balance between these two things.
Gwen expressed his thoughts, and Kamel immediately understood his concerns. The ancient magician let out a low laugh. "My lord, you're right. If those mediocre magicians knew that a craftsman in Cecil Hill could weld things with scorching rays, I'm afraid they would go crazy."
"So we have to control the spread of the news, and also control the content of the news." Gwen looked at Santis. "You said that the Captical magicians have their own small circle. Can you ensure that the news will only circulate in this small circle? At least for a few months or a year, the news will only circulate in this small circle. "
Santis was a little uneasy, but after a short moment of thought, he gave an affirmative answer. "My lord, I can guarantee it. And I think it doesn't even need to be deliberately controlled. With a little guidance, no one will spread the news everywhere."
"Oh?"
"The magicians will not let their resources fall into the hands of others." Santis smiled helplessly. "Especially 'knowledge.'
"As long as you tell them that I was fortunate enough to gain the favor of the lord of Cecil Hill, that I came into contact with a bit of knowledge regarding ancient magic, and that I received some pointers from an ancient archmage, they will realize that these resources and opportunities are rather limited. Then, the news will naturally be limited to a small circle. Even if you want to spread the news, it will take some effort …"
As he spoke, the young arcanist could not help but sigh softly.
He thought of the children in his school, of the eyes that thirsted for knowledge, of the printed books that could be read by anyone, of the sense of accomplishment that came from sharing knowledge.
The longer he lived in Cecil Hill, the more he could not adapt to the way of life in the Captical — even if that life had become a memory to him.
"Well … It's also a problem that the news can't be spread at all. But as long as we pay attention to guidance, it seems that everything can be done." Gwen did not know what Santis was thinking. He was just weighing who to hand over the task to. "Amber, is there a suitable candidate for the first batch of officers?"
"Gypsy, the witch. She's a woman who's good at talking and knows some unorthodox spells. She can be counted as a magic apprentice for now. And Pierce, the quick-legged. He doesn't know magic, but he's very clever. He can pretend to be a guard and help during the mission. But it's definitely impossible to let them carry out the mission in the Captical alone. They've never been to the Captical, and they don't have a way to enter the Captical magicians' circle. "
"Of course, they're just in charge of fooling people. The one who's really in charge of leading the way …" Gwen said as he looked at Santis. "Mr. Santis, would you like to go back to the Captical?"
If he wanted to successfully recruit talents, he had to control the direction of the news and select the targets in the process. A few letters were obviously not enough. Santis was the best person to go to the Captical in person to preside over the matter. Of course, the introverted and unconfident arcanist was probably not good at doing things on his own, so Gwen had to arrange one or two helpers for him. Those officers who had received a lot of training in the Military Security Intelligence Bureau were very suitable.
After hearing Gwen's words, Santis froze for a moment and seemed a little hesitant.
He did not want to leave the academy, and he did not like to go back to that dreary and depressing place. But he knew that he had to obey the lord's orders.
"You don't have to stay in the Captical for too long," Gwen said when he saw the situation. "You just need to be a guide, and then the people I've sent will set up a more long-term stronghold the Captical. When you've successfully established contact with the Captical magicians, you can come back. You'll set off in a carriage escorted by soldiers. If you hurry along the way, you'll be able to make a round trip in a month. Plus the time you'll spend in the Captical, you should be able to catch up with the new round of immigration in the territory when you come back. There will also be a new batch of freshmen in the academy. "
When Gwen went to the Captical, he deliberately slowed down his pace. He basically stopped at every village along the way and deliberately took many detours. As a result, the journey took almost two months. But in fact, Ansu was a country with a narrow territory in the north and south. It was not too long to go from the south to the Captical.
After learning about these arrangements, Santis was relieved. He nodded vigorously. "I won't let you down."
Gwen nodded slightly. "During the time you're away from the academy, your classes will be temporarily replaced by someone else. I'll let Jenny choose a suitable substitute teacher. You'll just have to hand it over to her when the time comes. In addition, when you arrive at the Captical, you can stay in the mansion at No. 4 Crown Street and use it as a base for activities. That's my mansion in the Captical. It's very safe and can avoid being disturbed by irrelevant people. "
When he heard that he was going to stay in the duke's mansion, Santis could not help but feel nervous again.
At this time, Amber said, "You suddenly sent someone back to the Captical. Do you need to arrange an explanation? The nobles in the Captical are very sensitive. "
"What's there to arrange? Just announce that it's to recruit people. There's no need to explain or cover it up, "Gwen said indifferently." Anyway, no matter how many excuses I come up with, as long as I send someone to the Captical, those sensitive guys will be able to come up with a bunch of ideas. It's better to be open and aboveboard. I can save a lot of thought, and it's their problem how they want to figure it out. Besides, recruiting people is nothing shameful. "
Amber's ears trembled. "That's true."
"As long as I don't return to the Captical, neither the king nor the nobles in the Captical have any right to ask about the affairs of the Cecil family. The title of duke is still very useful in this regard," Gwen said as he took out a piece of parchment that was specially used to write aristocratic documents. He wrote a document and stamped it with his emblem. "Mr. Santis, take this. You're the messenger I sent to the Captical to recruit mages. This is your public identity. As for the 'secret' of Cecil's territory, you'll have to find a way to organize a secret meeting. The officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau will guide you on how to do this. Don't be nervous or stressed. As long as you take this, you're representing a duke. The ones who should be nervous are the 'little mages' standing in front of you. "
Santis took the document from Gao Wen in a slightly flustered manner. In the process, he tore off his button just like the last time. "Yes … Yes, Sir!"
"Remember, you have to come from a clean background and have no 'worries.' We don't need mages who can fight, and we don't need noble mages who can act as facades. Although those with family ties and school backgrounds can also be recruited, you must understand their details. It doesn't matter if you don't know how to inquire. The officers of the Military Intelligence Bureau will know how to get information from them. You have to consider their opinions. "
"I understand." Santis solemnly put the document away, then hesitated for a moment and said a thought that had been lingering in his mind for a long time. "Sir, in fact, I hope … I can bring my family over this time."
"Your family …" Gwen recalled a little. "Ah, it's your parents, right?"
"In fact … I have a younger brother who's an apprentice and a young sister." Santis lowered his head. "I hope I can bring them over."
Gwen smiled from the bottom of his heart. "Of course, that's not a problem. In fact, you're not the only one who wants to bring their families over. More than half of the hundred people who came from the Captical with you have already applied to me, hoping to bring their families to Cecil Hill. I've agreed, but I haven't had time to organize an escort team. This time, you can take the opportunity to do it. "
Santis and Kamel left satisfied. Amber looked at Gwen's expression and could not help but say, "You seem to be in a good mood."
"Am I?"
"You're smiling too obviously." Amber raised her eyebrows. "They want to bring their families over. Why are you so happy?"
"Being willing to stay here and hoping to bring their families here are different," Gwen explained patiently. "The former can be due to loyalty, a sense of honor, responsibility, or interest. But the latter can only be explained in one way: Cecil Hill has really become a beautiful place in their minds, and they have completely taken root here."
"Is that so?" Amber blinked. She seemed to understand. "Even though this place is next to the Gondor wasteland and was attacked by monsters not long ago, they are still willing to bring their families over. That's really loyal."
"It's better to say that not long ago, we wiped out all the monsters outside the city walls without any casualties, which strengthened the confidence of the craftsmen and scholars from the Captical." Gwen nodded. "In this era, the people's sense of security comes from whether the lord and the lord's army can protect them. If they can, then the Gloom Mountains can also be a livable paradise. If not, then even if they live in the Plains of the Holy Spirit, they are still in a precarious situation."
Seeing Amber began to think seriously, Gwen could not help but laugh. "Well, don't think about it. Help me look after it again. I want to 'meditate' again. "
"Again? Like last time? "
"Free wifi. It's a waste not to use it."
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