Soon, a month had passed.
Outside a mountain ridge, a very long procession was slowly advancing.
They moved very slowly, and their composition was very strange. Not only did they carry a large amount of resources, but there were also many children and women. They did not look like merchant caravans, but more like migrating caravans.
At the front of the procession was a youth dressed in black. He looked to be in his teens and was extremely handsome. His expression was calm as he scanned the surroundings.
"Looks like we're about to reach the next city."
Walking at the front of the procession, Adil muttered to himself as he watched the knights gradually return from the distance.
It had been more than a month since they had left the northern lands.
They had followed the trade routes they had taken in the past, and now, they were not far from the southern kingdoms.
As they neared the southern kingdoms, some of the people in the procession began to leave, choosing a different route from Eledward's group.
During this period of time, due to the departure of the nobles, the procession of over 2,000 people had now been reduced to just over 1,000. Compared to before, they were moving much faster.
"The first kingdom we'll enter on this route is the Bablon Duchy. It's a small kingdom that we're familiar with, and we have quite a bit of power there."
On the side, Pilar rode up on his horse. Seeing the people in the distance, he smiled and said, "I've already sent people to inform them. When we reach the next city, our people will come and pick up Sir Elva."
Hearing this, Adil's gaze hardened, "Have you decided?"
"Yes, this is the most suitable outcome." Pilar nodded, confirming, "In the past, most of our power in the south has been located in the Bablon Duchy. As long as Lord Eledward reaches there, he can immediately inherit all of the family's power there.
We've made ample preparations there. " He continued, "More than a decade ago, in order to prevent a situation like this, Lord Polia did a lot here.
"In the Bablon Duchy, not only do we have a few small merchant guilds, but Lord Polia also has a count's title and several manors, all of which can be inherited from generation to generation.
"With these, even if we lose the northern lands, Lord Eledward will still have the status of a noble and can continue his new life here in peace."
A relaxed smile appeared on Pular's face as he spoke slowly to Adil.
This phenomenon was very normal.
As a noble, in this chaotic and dangerous world, they would basically have a few backup plans. This was to ensure that the family would continue to pass down their legacy in the event of a disaster, so that the family would not completely decline.
This was already the case for ordinary aristocrats, let alone a great aristocrat like the Farcus Family. It would be strange if they didn't have any backup plans.
Therefore, Adil wasn't surprised to hear this. He just asked, "What do you think?"
He looked at Pulaar and asked.
After experiencing the Northland Rebellion and the death of his father, Elwa, who was originally cheerful, fell into a deep depression.
While Adil and Pilar were painstakingly taking care of all sorts of trifling matters and leading the large army south, Elwa spent all day in his comfortable and spacious carriage. If he wasn't getting drunk with the other nobles, he would be flirting with some girl in the army. Almost every night, he would find several women, spending all his time and energy on these matters.
The people in the army were happy to do so.
No matter how much Elwa had fallen, he still had the inheritance that Count Poria had left for him. He also had the support of two powerful knights, Pular and Adil. For the nobles who had lost their lords, he was still a thick leg. Now that he had the chance, he naturally fawned over him in every way possible. Not only did he accompany him in gambling, he even took the initiative to send women to Elwa's tent every night.
After more than two months like this, Elwa seemed to have been crippled. Not only did his ordinary physique become even weaker, he could not do without gambling and drinking, leading a befuddled life every day.
Seeing this, although Adil didn't say anything on the surface, he was shaking his head inwardly.
He had come to understand this former good friend of his a lot during this time.
Elwa was only average in all aspects, and his willpower was even weaker. Without Count Poria's whipping and supervision, he immediately indulged himself in all sorts of ways, not inheriting the slightest of Count Poria's abilities.
It wasn't just Adil. Even Pular, who had always been loyal to Count Poria, was completely disappointed in him. He no longer held any expectations or fantasies, only planning to let Elwa live an honest and stable life.
Hearing Adil's question, Pular could only show a helpless expression on his face. He didn't say anything more on the issue. "In the past hundred years, apart from the forces we've built ourselves, many of the Farcus Family's clansmen have come to the south. They have quite a bit of power in the south.
"Some have become nobles of other kingdoms, while others have established large merchant caravans. Even I have the title of viscount in the Bablon Duchy.
"With the care of us, as long as nothing goes wrong, Lord Elwa won't have any problems in the future. He can live his life without worry.
"Hmm, for the current Elwa, this kind of life might not be too bad." Standing to the side, listening to Pular's narration in Silence, Adil looked into the distance and said noncommittally.
The procession was still moving forward slowly.
But in the middle of the procession, through his good eyesight, Adil saw a young girl with disheveled clothes walk out of Elwa's carriage. Her forehead was still dripping with sweat.
Looking at this scene, Adil instinctively felt a sense of disgust. He couldn't help but feel disappointed in this former good friend of his.
"Actually, compared to Lord Elwa, you are the most important to the entire Farcus Family, Adil." Looking at Adil beside him, Pular sighed. "The north is gone. Although the once prosperous Farcus Family hasn't declined, it's impossible for it to be as powerful as before. It's still a long way from its former state.
"Even if Lord Elwa doesn't become like this, it's unlikely for him to restore the glory of the Farcus Family.
"Our only hope lies in you."
Pular raised his hand and continued sitting on his horse. "Magi are very powerful. Legend has it that some powerful Magi can even massacre an entire city by themselves. It's a terrifying power that mortals can't resist.
"If you can reach that point, not only can the Farcus Family restore its former glory, but it's even possible to go one step further."
He smiled at Adil.
Hearing this, Adil froze for a moment, then revealed a wry smile and chose not to respond.
Seeing him like this, Pular shook his head and added. "Actually, you don't need to go too far. As long as you can become a Magus, you can benefit the entire Farcus Family, including me and Elwa. The benefits will definitely exceed your imagination.
"For you to go further on the path of a Magus, all of us will support you from behind."
At this point, a trace of awe appeared in his eyes and a smile appeared on his face. "This is also the practice of the past.
The existence of Magi is actually no secret among the great nobles.
"In the past, whenever a person with Sorcerer aptitude appeared in the Farcus Family, all the family members would work behind the scenes to help the person with Sorcerer aptitude go further."
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