Laing's flagship, the Landuin, was designed according to the standard galleon of Bordero, with the addition of a ram and the Holy Grail Church. It was a more complete military ship, so even though Laing was the king, he was only given a small suite. There was a living room of about ten square meters, an inner room of no more than ten square meters, and a separate bathroom.
Speaking of which, the dwarves had helped with the bathroom.
As the door was very narrow, Laing put Veronica down at the door. Garlan rolled her eyes at Laing and opened the door.
The room was emitting a yellow light, and the decorations were exquisite but not luxurious. The dark elf was arranging the clothes on the rack. It was rare that Olica was not wearing a maid's uniform today. She wore a feather white fashionable princess dress given to her by Suria, and a black Gothic Count butterfly coat draped over her shoulders. The only thing that remained unchanged was the white headscarf on her head.
The dark elf was wearing white velvet pantyhose today, Laing thought. He smiled at Olica and said, "Olica, we're back."
"Master, Lady Veronica, dinner is ready." Olica turned around and bowed to Laing. "Master, do you want to eat first? Take a bath first? Or … "
"Let's eat first." Laing pulled Veronica aside. "As for bathing and other things, we'll talk about it after dinner."
Dinner was relatively simple. Since they were on a warship, Leon couldn't enjoy himself like he did in the Culona Palace or his duke's castle. Everyone had a plate of grilled meat, a salad of fresh fruits and vegetables, and a bottle of red wine.
After dinner, Veronica and Olica sat on the sofa in the living room, one on the left and one on the right. Garland looked at the door of the room with a guilty conscience. For some reason, she always felt cold under her skirt. She made sure that the door was locked before the feeling subsided.
It was all her fault for being provoked by the dark elf in front of her! And she really did it! Veronica thought with some indignation.
However, just as Olica had described, not only was it very soft and comfortable, but it also gave Veronica a special feeling. It was like being hugged by Laing. Veronica blushed and leaned on Laing's shoulder, playing with his long black hair as her eyes gradually blurred.
"For the cooperation between adepts and knights, there are three things we need to do. First, before and during the battle, how to deal the most damage to the enemy and weaken them as much as possible."
"Second, in war, how to use magic to protect and strengthen your own army as much as possible."
"Third, how to avoid friendly fire or casting spells on the wrong target."
Laing wrote on the parchment with a quill and asked Veronica, "Did you have a plan for your witches before this?"
"Plan?" Veronica was in a daze. When she was asked by Laing, she reacted. "What plan? Oh … you mean the battle plan? Why don't you ask your maid first? Why are you asking me instead? "
"Olica is under my direct command. She will listen to my orders at any time, but my orders can't cover the entire witches. That's why I'm asking you if you have a battle plan." Laing asked casually, "It's okay if you don't. We can discuss how to do it now."
"Ah? Oh, no need. " Veronica recovered from her daze. Garland patted Laing's shoulder and took out a thick stack of documents. "I've already prepared everything! I've listed out the rules on how to cooperate with the knights in battle, how to ensure that they won't accidentally hurt each other, and how to distribute mana reasonably. It's all here. "
Veronica had been working on this for a while. After Laing planned the Eight Peak Mountain expedition and the deployment of the witches, Veronica began to formulate a strict plan on how to distribute the combat power of the entire witches.
"Most of my witches are either light witches or fire witches. Let's not talk about the official witches for now. What we need to discuss is how to gather the power of the apprentice witches. As we all know, apprentice witches have very little magic reserves, and they are not good at many spells. They are also prone to mistakes when casting spells." Veronica pointed to the list on the document. "Therefore, I've reorganized the apprentices into groups of four to five. They can cast spells together, which not only makes up for their lack of mana and instability in casting spells, but also makes it easier to manage them."
"Well, very good." Laing nodded. "Go on, Veronica. Do you have any ideas on how to cast spells?"
"The light witches are mainly responsible for assisting and providing protection on the battlefield." Veronica's finger pointed to the list of light witches. "I've already planned it out. Before the battle, the light witches' task is to cast magic protection on the frontline infantry. The most important magic protection is Fey's Light of Protection, a low-circle spell. It can protect the soldiers facing the attacks of the Green Dwarfs and Ratmen to a large extent.
"While the knights are charging at the enemy, the light witches will release a powerful blinding spell, Blazing Gaze, behind the knights. All enemies facing the charge of the knights will be severely blinded. This will allow the knights' charge to reach its maximum potential."
"Finally, if we run into particularly powerful enemies or behemoths, the light witches will work together to cast Amintoc Nets to bind them. This will allow the musketeers and cannoneers to snipe and kill them."
Laing nodded. Veronica's plan was very good. "So the fire witches are mainly responsible for damage?"
"That's right. The fire witches are mainly responsible for area damage and single target damage. A team of four to five witches can cast Fireball about three times a day. When a particularly powerful enemy or a single combat unit appears on the battlefield, the army can mark the enemy, and the fire witches will cast Fireball on the enemy to kill.
"The fire witches will work together to cast Blazing Skull when they are faced with enemies that are too numerous and too packed together. This spell is most effective against goblins and rats that are too numerous and lack magic resistance."
"As for the Fire Cloak and Rouin Flame Weapon, forget about them. The witches' apprentices can't control them well, and it's too easy for them to hurt their own people. It's best to cast the fire spells as soon as they're cast. It's safer this way.
"If we encounter a particularly powerful enemy, such as the Black Orc Army, the Storm Rat Army, the Green Giants, or the Skaven Ratmen, Olica and I will be responsible for dealing with them."
Laing nodded with satisfaction after Veronica finished the whole topic. It seemed that Garland had a detailed plan for this period of time. "Very good. You have a clear division of labor. It seems that you have a serious plan for this period of time."
"Of course. The expedition to the Infernal Land is completely different from before." Veronica was very serious when it came to business. "It's difficult to replenish the number of troops in this expedition. Every loss counts. Moreover, most of the soldiers and knights have no experience fighting in the Infernal Land. Our tactics must be more efficient and more conservative. We must try to reduce the casualties of the army as much as possible and increase the soldiers' confidence in winning."
"That's right. In this expedition, the support of the Green Dwarfs will be endless. It's not like back in the country where the Green Dwarfs are less and less. In addition to the pressure of war, the soldiers and knights will have to face more psychological pressure. The infantry and cavalry will have to use more efficient tactics to reduce the casualties as much as possible." Laing nodded repeatedly. "Very good. This is the plan … Olica, what do you think?"
"I'll listen to master." The dark elf's big eyes were full of playfulness. She leaned on Laing's shoulder, her amber eyes filled with excitement. "My spells can't support your army, master. However, I can teleport our entire army … or destroy an enemy army at once. It's up to you."
Laing thought for a moment and said, "Very good. Veronica's plan is very good overall. Next, we need to discuss the flexibility of the individual witches. The main thing is that a few key commanders, such as Antelm and Fedmond, have their own Lake God's Prophet Court. However, it's best if Kalad, Juan, and the Old Guard's commander, Bertrand can be assigned an official witch to them. This will be more flexible and easier to deal with the situation on the battlefield."
"Understood. I'll plan it." Veronica nodded and began to think of candidates.
"Veronica, you're mainly responsible for controlling your light magic to assist in casting spells. You're specifically responsible for dealing with the enemy's generals and giant beasts. As for Olica, you'll follow me. When I let you attack, you'll cast spells." Laing finally said, "That's it for now."
"Understood." Both Veronica and Olica nodded.
In this way, the basic guidelines for how the knight army and the witches would cooperate in battle were temporarily set. However, as for the specific operations, they would have to wait for the actual battle to be fine-tuned.
After the discussion, the three of them relaxed. Olica reached out her small hands to massage Laing's shoulders and back.
"It would be even better if Lady Aurora could come with her wizard corps," Veronica said casually. Garlan giggled as she grabbed a soft pillow and leaned against the sofa. She kicked off her burgundy heels and pushed her beautiful black stockings into Laing's arms. "Dear, you're being biased. Why didn't you let that arrogant Lady Trovic come with you? You only know how to trouble me and Olica?"
This woman is secretly slandering me with her words again, Laing thought. The king paused for a moment. "This is my order. Aurora and Teresa's main task is to help me establish an intelligence network. Besides, Teresa is a legendary frost warlock. She's very weak in a hot and dry place like the Infernal Lands. Usually, a sixth-circle blizzard spell can freeze up hundreds of enemies, but in the Infernal Lands, it can only cause a light rain and lower the temperature by a few degrees. As for the saint-ranked Aurora, she can use some of her strength, but she won't come to places like the Infernal Lands. It's pointless to ask."
"That's why." Veronica blushed and asked Leon to give her a foot massage. Magus Garland said proudly, "Now you know what I mean, don't you? Who's more qualified and suitable to be your female courtier? "
"You …" Laing said helplessly, "Veronica, you're already one of the four saint-ranked witches of the Garlan Council and my chief courtier. Why are you still so hostile towards Teresa and the others?"
"Hmph, dear, don't try to use your man's mind to trick us women." Veronica crossed her arms and said unhappily, "Let me tell you, dear, if you weren't so outstanding and dazzling, I wouldn't be willing to just be your chief courtier."
"Hahaha," Laing thought. If he wasn't outstanding, how could he be attractive?
The room was silent for a while. Listening to the sound of the waves and the wind outside, Laing asked tentatively, "What's the situation with the Garlan Council?"
"I don't want to go back now." Veronica relaxed and leaned on the sofa. She said in a bored voice, "Every time I go there, a large group of female members come looking for me. They don't ask about you, they ask if I have a position in your court, they just want to see what they can get. It's so annoying. Also, there are all kinds of rumors in the council. They say that I was able to get to this position because I was your … slave. They also say that you were able to invite Sir Tegris to guide me because I was your slave for more than ten years. If it were them, they'd be able to do the same. I'm just lucky to have you.
I'm just lucky. "" Kill them all, skin them, and hang them in front of your wizard tower. Then, no one will dare to say anything about you. "Veronica smiled strangely.
"What's the point of caring about such things?" Laing laughed. "These kinds of rumors can't be stopped. People always like to believe in conspiracy theories and are only willing to believe what they want to believe. The masses are always ignorant and blindly follow. Besides, didn't your president, Margarita, borrow the power of His Majesty the Savior to revive the Garlan Council?"
"Hmph." Veronica snorted, not intending to say anything.
"Let me give you a suggestion." Laing reached out and played with Veronica's beautiful black silk feet. He smiled and said, "When you go back to the Garlan Council, you can tell them directly that you witches have no etiquette and don't have the spirit of nobility. Don't you know that it takes three generations to raise a noble? You witches have knowledge but no culture. Money and magic power can't make a true noble! "
"You can give an example. Say that in Brittany, when you need a password to enter the palace, the servants will bring you a small piece of paper with the password written on it on a silver tray. When you open the tray, you will see the password. Miraculously, the entire service process is silent! This is the inheritance of high culture! This is nobility! "
"You can also say that in Culona, you live in an ancient palace with a history of more than a thousand years. When you eat, your neighbors are all nobles. Also, people usually call each other 'sir' or 'madam', but your man, the Knight King, Laing Macado, has to call you 'Lord' or 'Your Majesty'. You can also say that you came into contact with the dukes of the first generation of Grail Knights and how polite and noble they are. With this theory, I'm sure there will be many witches in the Garlan Council who will worship you and be infatuated with your so-called noble culture."
"Then you can start a noble etiquette class. The tuition is 99 crowns a year. There are hundreds of female council members in the Garlan Council, so you can earn at least a few thousand crowns a year. Isn't that the best of both worlds?"
Before Laing could finish, Veronica was about to faint from laughter. "Dear, are you trying to make me believe that I'm a slave and that I'm stupid? Also, what do you mean it takes three generations to raise a noble? You're just a country bumpkin from Nord, aren't you? You're trying to ruin my reputation, dear! You're so evil! "
"Hahahaha!" Laing laughed at first, but his expression gradually turned serious. "Nobles shouldn't be proud of their bloodline."
"True nobles should be proud of their valor and virtue! Otherwise, you should go to the guillotine! "
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