After sending off Knight from Kant and finishing the daily work of examining and approving documents, the whole day passed.
Gwen came to the window and looked at the setting sun outside. No matter how many times he looked at the sun, it would always give him a sense of shock. He looked at the faint patterns on the surface of the sun, which might be the turbulence of the atmosphere, and casually opened the window of the study.
A gust of cold wind immediately poured into the room and swirled through every corner of the study. Although it was already the Month of Recovery, it would take a long time for the weather to warm up. At least during this period of time, the wind from morning to night was still quite powerful.
Gwen did not mind the cold. Instead, he liked the feeling of refreshing his mind in the cold wind, so he faced the cold and took a deep breath. But there were people here who were afraid of the cold. Almost instantly, a black shadow emerged from the air nearby and rushed forward to close the window tightly. As it closed the window, it muttered, "You have a problem. Opening the window in such a cold day will freeze people to death …"
As it turned out, the best way to force a shadow master out of stealth was to throw a flash bomb and open a window.
Gwen looked at Amber, who was muttering to herself, and did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Guards like you usually don't survive until the end of the day under the hands of other lords …"
"If you were an ordinary lord, I wouldn't be your follower," Amber turned her head and put her hands on her waist self-righteously. She looked like she was going to say a few more words, but before the girl could continue, the aroma of food had passed through the door and floated into the study. The half-elf thief immediately took a deep breath without dignity. "Wow … Today's barbecue smells so good …"
Gwen also carefully sniffed the smell in the air and felt a little strange. "It doesn't seem to be Betty's cooking."
"I'm not going to analyze it with you. I'm hungry, I want to eat!" Amber said quickly as she waved her hand. In the blink of an eye, she opened the door and ran out, leaving Gwen behind. He did not know whether to laugh or cry and shook his head as he followed her out of the study.
Many nobles were used to making a lot of dining rules. Not only did they have to pay attention to the order of the seats, but they also had to specify the standing position of the servants during the meal, the music played, and even the placement of the plates and the number and position of the candlesticks. They would also take pride in implementing such strict dining rules as a reflection of their "civilization". But Gwen's dinner was different from other nobles'. The Cecil family's table manners were already very simple after a hundred years of decline. After their ancestor opened the coffin and expressed his dissatisfaction with a group of people standing beside him during the meal, the remaining dining rules were omitted. Now, there were only two rules left: "Eat only when the ancestor is seated" and "Wash your hands before eating".
When Gwen came to the dining room, he saw that Heti and Rebecca were already waiting for him at the table. Even the siren, who usually did not leave the room, was sitting at the table, waiting for the meal. Betty was busy setting up the cutlery.
Gwen walked to the table and looked at Tyre with a smile. "How rare. Are you interested in coming out to eat something today?"
"I heard that there's a new cook," Tyre said, wagging the tip of his tail slightly. "I was curious, so I came to try."
"A new chef?" Gawain was dazed for a moment and looked at 'Chief Steward' Heidi curiously. "What new chef?"
"Santis is back," Heti explained with a smile. "The last convoy entered the city in the evening. I haven't had time to report this to you yet. He also brought his family. His father, Bauer Sayd? Mr. Sayd is a chef, and we happen to be short of a chef, so I asked him to give it a try. "
"So Santis is back … Looks like he's back in time for spring." Gawain had a look of joy on his face, and then he muttered, "But they've just arrived, so they should rest for a day."
"Mr. Bauer asked for it," Heti said helplessly. "You should understand. He left the Captical and came to a strange place. He needs to settle down as soon as possible to feel at ease."
"That's true." Gwen nodded. He then looked up at Betty and asked the little maid with a smile, "How's the new cook?"
"He's very good!" Betty nodded vigorously and said with admiration, "He's better than me!"
The maiden was very calm, and there was no sense of crisis that her "kitchen position" was being threatened. It seemed that as long as her pan was not touched, her "rights" to set the dishes in the dining room, and to take care of the seigneur, she had no objections at all.
Gwen even suspected that even if someone touched her "rights," she would not know how to resist.
While Gawain was speaking, Amber could no longer hold it in. This half-elf who had never understood the meaning of rules and was used to freeloading off Gawain and his family, quickly cut a piece of roasted meat and stuffed it into his mouth. Then, as he sucked in a mouthful of hot air, he mumbled incoherently, "Huff huff … This … This is delicious …"
"Is it really that good?" Tyre looked at Amber suspiciously and poked the food on the plate with the tip of her tail. She then tried to cut a piece of meat and put it into her mouth. After chewing twice, she swallowed the food expressionlessly. "It's still tasteless. I was looking forward to it."
"Nonsense, don't you know you don't have a sense of taste? You shouldn't have this kind of unnatural expectation. "Gwen rolled his eyes at the sea caterpillar monster. He then tasted the new chef's cooking and nodded with satisfaction." Not bad, let's let Mr. Bauer stay here. But compared to that, I'm more interested in how many people Santis brought back. "
Heti had long known what Gwen was interested in and immediately replied, "There were about a hundred craftsmen and twenty-three scholars who came with him into the city. There were also three mage apprentices and one low-level mage."
More than a hundred craftsmen and twenty scholars was an acceptable number for Gwen. So many intellectuals and technicians were very useful in today's territory. But after hearing the number of mages and mage apprentices, he could not help but frown. "So few mages and mage apprentices? Only one official mage?! "
Amber also swallowed the food in her mouth and stared. "Could it be that even an ancient magus like Kamel is not attractive to the Captical mages?"
Heti seemed to be deliberately scaring them. After seeing Gwen and Amber's reaction, she smiled and said, "There are also nine official mages and more than twenty mage apprentices on the way. One of them is even a mid-level mage."
Gwen saw Heti's smile and knew that his usually dignified granddaughter was being naughty, which was rare. But he completely understood Heti's desire to be naughty.
Nine official mages and more than twenty mage apprentices! There was even a mid-level mage among them!
Although a mage's individual spellcasting rank didn't have much value in Cecil's current magical-engineering system, a high mage's rank didn't mean that they had high innate talent. It also meant that they had a certain level of proficiency in mathematics, which was rather useful!
It was impossible for Santis to not know the requirements of the arcanotech industry. Therefore, the people he brought with him were all carefully selected and vetted. This batch of mages and apprentices was an enormous treasure to Cecil Hill, which was in dire need of technical talents!
Arranging a trip to the Captical for Santis was indeed the right choice. Compared to the deserted and remote south, the center of the kingdom, which Santis had operated for seven hundred years, was bound to have more abundant talent resources. In that city, which had the highest magic technology in the kingdom and where dozens of large and small magic organizations such as the Royal Association of Mages, the Sorcerer's Guild, the Magic Research Association, and so on, there were many low-level mages and mage apprentices.
"Santis has left a stronghold in the Captical and is openly recruiting talents in the name of long-term recruitment. According to your previous instructions, 'Witch' Gypsy and 'Quick Leg' Pierce will maintain the operation of the stronghold after Santis leaves," Heti continued. "So there should be continuous technical personnel sent over in the future. As Cecil continues to develop, there will be more and more talents sent over."
Gwen nodded happily and satisfactorily. When Heti finished, he sighed with relief and then looked at his granddaughter. "Next time, don't pause when you speak."
Heti deliberately lowered her head exaggeratedly and said in a particularly serious tone, "I will follow your instructions —"
Gwen smiled and waved his hand. "Okay, okay. If this continues, there will be another Rebecca."
Rebecca, who was struggling with her steak across the table, immediately raised her head. "Why is it my business?"
The girl had been waving her knife and fork and competing with her food from beginning to end. She barely heard any conversation around the table. It was only when she heard someone call her name that she reflexively raised her head and replied.
Gwen was in a very good mood at this time. Seeing Rebecca's cute expression, he felt that she was much cuter than usual. He could not help but say to her, "Go back and prepare. Your Magitech Research Institute is going to be busy. Didn't you complain that the practical projects require too many people and there is always no one available? Now, you have at least a hundred apprentices to train. You have to train those rune craftsmen, mechanical engineers, and runemasters into magitech technicians in the shortest time possible. "
The more than a hundred craftsmen and scholars brought by Santis were indeed talents that the territory urgently needed, but they had to adapt and learn the 'technical requirements' of Cecil Hill. In addition to indoctrinating them with Cecil's laws, they also had to learn a lot of basic technical knowledge and theoretical knowledge of the magitech industry. Turning traditional craftsmen into magitech technicians was the first step for them to become Cecil's technicians.
Fortunately, Rebecca had led a group of 'problem people' with even worse foundations and turned them into skilled magitech technicians. So, Gwen was not worried at all that this seemingly dumb but actually talented silly girl would not be able to lead a group of smarter and more obedient people.
The Magitech Research Institute in the territory had been completed a few days ago, and several large laboratories and practical workshops were ready. It was now a good time to train apprentices.
Of course, not everyone could be stuffed into the Magitech Research Institute. Gwen also planned to select some suitable scholars and hand them over to Santis to turn them into teachers in the general academy.
If there were runemasters who were particularly talented in theoretical fields, they would also be sent to the Rune Research Institute in batches.
Rebecca listened to the old ancestor's words in a daze. She did not even notice a few drops of broth stuck to the corner of her mouth. When she finally understood that she would soon have a large team, the girl immediately became excited. She jumped up and cheered on the spot. "Wow!"
Then, she threw the fork in her hand to the ceiling.
Gwen looked up at the fork in the ceiling and then looked down at Heti, whose face had darkened.
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