"Miss Amandina, please make a trip to Area 674."
"Alright, I'll be right there."
A voice amplified by magic came from the octagonal crystal. Amandina thought for a moment and realized something was wrong. She hurriedly put down the documents in her hands and stood up. "Excuse me, I'll be leaving for a moment."
There was a huge magical device in the hall, and almost everyone was busy around it. It seemed like an experiment was in its final stages. When they heard Amandina's words, they nodded at her.
But Amandina did not care so much. She walked to the door, and the curtain formed by vines automatically parted. A Light Spirit was already waiting there. It said with a little panic: "Miss Amandina, it's bad! There's a problem in the incubation room, one or two multi-headed Basilisks went out of control! "
"Are there any casualties?"
"Not yet, Lady Monique made the breeder withdraw from the first area in time."
Amandina nodded: "Then have you contacted Miss Sifrid?"
"Miss Sifrid and Lord Dorfl have already gone over."
"Good, then we'll talk about it when they're there."
Amandina frowned. Ever since the first batch of Basilisks had entered adulthood under Valahar's catalysts, they had been in constant trouble. Especially the first batch of Basilisks whose wild nature had yet to be tamed. Not long ago, when they entered estrus, there was trouble. Two people died on the spot, and seven were injured.
After laying eggs, the female Basilisks' awareness of protecting their nest grew stronger day by day, and the breeder was careless. Even though there were no major incidents so far, there were always dangerous situations.
Originally, according to Brando's opinion, the first batch of Basilisks should be released to the Black Forest or killed, and the second and third generations should be trained and tamed. But the officials of Valahar were reluctant to do so, especially now that the situation in the north and south was unstable. This batch of powerful Basilisks became one of the trump cards to protect Valahar, and Amandina herself acquiesced to this point.
Valahar needed these Basilisks, and this was only their second time laying eggs. The second generation was far from mature, and the third generation could not wait any longer. The territory was the foundation of everything, and she had to protect it no matter what under the covetous eyes of others.
If Brando wanted to hold her responsible for this matter when he returned, she would take responsibility for it.
Along the way, people greeted her in a friendly manner. Ever since the title of the lord's mistress spread, she had become the leader of the territory, especially when the Count and his fiancée were not in the territory.
But Amandina's face was cold, and she deliberately appeared very arrogant. She was using this attitude to make her position clear. She was just an aide and would never cross the line.
Although there were people who protested for her, Amandina knew...
These days, there were more and more strangers coming in and out of Tónigel, and there were even people who tried to contact her in private. Not long ago, in the territory of Abies, there was a handsome young man who claimed to be the heir of the Belton family who pursued her fiercely. He claimed that he was willing to give up everything for her, but Amandina only had to show her the fist of the Copper Dragon Retto, and he was scared into silence.
Amandina couldn't help but sneer when she thought of these messy relationships. She was born in a small noble family, but if those people thought that she only had this much knowledge, they were gravely mistaken. Those people were really unsightly. Even Makarov, Oberwei, and the other elites of the Royal Faction, and the most outstanding nobles of Erouine were not in Brando's eyes, let alone these people who thought they had succeeded. After following Brando for a long time, Amandina had her own way of judging people.
Now, whenever she recalled her first meeting with the Lord, Amandina couldn't help but feel that fate favored her.
Before arriving at the area where the multi-headed Basilisks were raised, Amandina saw an unexpected person.
"Prince Levin?"
Levin Oneson heard the voice and turned around. Two officials from the North wearing knee-length robes in the style of the North accompanied him, and the maid Edessa stood beside them. Levon Ornesson had arrived in Valhalla two days ago with his envoy and sister. Amandina had personally agreed to this arrangement, and she recognized the members of the group.
The maid Edessa folded her hands in front of her and bowed to her. "Miss Amandina, His Highness wants to see these multi-headed Basilisks."
Amandina saw Prince Seifer nodding to her, but his eyes were closed and he couldn't see anything. Amandina nodded. The multi-headed Basilisks were not a secret to Valhalla. In fact, sometimes showing their claws and fangs appropriately could make others fear you and avoid many unnecessary conflicts and struggles. For Valhalla, the real secrets were in the upper levels of the Hall of Eternity, such as the Cloud Temple and the Craftsmen's Hall.
"It's not very safe now, Prince Levin. If you want to see it, you can follow me." Amandina replied.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Miss Amandina." Edessa replied respectfully. Since Levin Oneson was blind, his personal maid took on the responsibility of being his eyes and ears, helping to share the responsibility of his daily communication.
Amandina had a good impression of her because she could see her own shadow in her. She nodded to them again and led them into the breeding area.
"Miss Amandina, Sifrid is trying to pacify the two Basilisks that have gone out of control. They were frightened because someone accidentally entered the breeding area." A middle-aged man wearing a Withered Leaf Cloak walked up to Amandina and the others and reported: "Miss Amandina, Sifrid is trying to pacify two Basilisks that have gone out of control.
"Mister Dorfl, is it a local breeder?" Amandina asked with a frown. This unassuming middle-aged man was actually a Druid of the Withering Tree Council. His name was Dorfl Staghorn, and he was one of the Great Druids sent by the Ring of the World to the south of Erouine. He was Sifrid's guardian, and Amandina knew that his position in the Withering Tree Council was very high. He was on the same level as the Great Druid Iowczyk, and he had the strength to match his position. In Tónigel, he was second only to Brando's teacher, Greysword Saint-mephistopheles.
Dorfl Staghorn nodded.
"I'll teach them a lesson." Amandina replied in a deep voice. Being a breeder of monsters was a specialized profession in Wohnde. The Griffins and Pegasi of the Empire's Air Force were all bred by these people. Only they knew how to build and manage a monster nest. But in Erouine, there were very few such people. Her Highness had sent a group of professional breeders to Valhalla, but it was still far from enough. The rest could only be found from the local coachmen and veterinarians. Even a servant who trained hunting dogs and falcons for the former Lord of Abies, Graudin, was found by the Retto from Menta.
But these people were not professionals and often made mistakes in their work. Moreover, they had a weak sense of safety. Monsters were far more aggressive than normal livestock, so safety was the most important thing in their breeding work.
In fact, the last incident was caused by a breeder who broke the rules and turned his back on a Basilisk, resulting in a tragedy. Amandina was infuriated, but at the same time, she sighed inwardly. It was not a good idea to continue like this.
Her main job was not to appease these Basilisks. There were many things in the territory that she needed to deal with, and the research and finalization of the Magic Transmission Device had reached the most critical stage. But this was already the fifth time she came here. Every time, it was for the same reason.
"Miss Amandina, are you short of manpower?" His Highness, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke.
Amandina was startled when she heard this.
Levin Oneson gently patted his maid's shoulder, indicating that he did not need her help. He then continued, "In the north of Erouine, there are actually many monster breeders. The Battle of Ampere Seale almost caused the Black Blade Squad to lose its structure. The original Dragon Knight of the Black Blade Squad was not rebuilt after that. Maintaining the operation of the lair requires a large amount of money, and Count Graymountain is considering temporarily closing the lair. If you are not afraid of any secrets being leaked, I can help persuade Count Graymountain to let his subordinate magical beast breeder come here. "
Amandina's eyes suddenly lit up. She did not care about the leakage of secrets or the spread of technology. The Basilisk Nest in Valhalla was built on the foundation of this fortress. Without Valhalla, a natural land of magic, even if she secretly took one or two Basilisk eggs away, it would be meaningless. As for whether or not there were spies among the breeders and craftsmen, it was not worth considering. Valhalla itself was actually a city. In addition to the local population of Tónigel, there were also a large number of outsiders, such as adventurers, mercenaries, and the largest number of merchants. It was impossible for them to screen the identities of each and every one of these people. However, Valhalla was divided into upper and lower districts. The upper district was the core of Valhalla, and most of the secret areas of the fortress were located in the upper district. In fact, there were not only White Lion Guards patrolling the area, but in fact, to get to the upper district, one had to pass through the camp of the Forest Elves and Centaurs. Therefore, there was almost no possibility of unidentified people sneaking into the upper district.
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