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In Bordero's castle, Berliat truthfully told Laing and the others what he had seen and heard in Kislöw.
In the end, Berliat concluded, "Your Majesty, as of now, all of the efforts of the former Tsar of Kislöw, Boris Borkaha, the army he left behind, the legacy of industrialization he left behind, and the revival of the Essun faith and the large number of scholars he emptied the treasury to cultivate have all been brought over by me. It cost a lot of money, but everything is within the budget. Please review it."
"Ha!" Emilia squinted at the Ugor man who had betrayed Kislöw in exchange for his position. Her face was full of disdain. "You're really something, General Berliat? How many benefits did Laing promise you to betray your own country? "
"That's not my country!" Berliat's attitude towards Emilia was very serious and righteous. "I'm a Ugor man! I'm not a Gospodarl man! The former Tsar Boris was truly thinking for the entire kingdom, so I also treated him as my beloved king. But Katarina isn't. Is she truly thinking for the entire kingdom? Maybe? But that definitely doesn't include Ugor men! "
Emilia was speechless. She couldn't discuss Kislöw's history.
"Laing, if this continues, will Kislöw have a huge upheaval?" Suria was concerned about Kislöw's situation.
"Not really." In response, Laing shook his head indifferently. "First of all, Kislöw received a large amount of goods and ready-made funds from us, or rather from Berliat. They also got rid of a bunch of 'burdens,' so the kingdom should be stable for the time being. Also, even if there's an uprising, so what? Can they defeat the female Tsar Katarina, the Ice Witches behind her, and the Karim guards? Do you know how many people you need to gather to challenge the female Tsar? A hundred? A thousand? Ten thousand? Don't forget, Her Majesty Katarina is a Sanctuary-level Ice Witch. There are also several Legendary Ice Witches behind her. Not to mention, she has a large army. Also, Kislöw's land is barren. Even if there's a rebellion, the rebels lack sufficient manpower and food supplies. What can they rely on to overthrow the female Tsar? "
Laing's words made sense. Everyone nodded. Even Berliat couldn't help but agree with Laing's point of view. He took the initiative to express his own opinion. "You are right, Your Majesty. Even though you are thousands of kilometers away, your analysis of the current situation and understanding of Kislöw's background is admirable. Your wisdom is like Queen Suria's beauty. You are a treasure of the old world."
"Don't flatter me like that, Berliat. If possible, I'd rather you praise my swordsmanship or something else." Suria smiled. The queen tapped Berliat lightly. "For now, time is precious."
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I hope I can do better next time." Berliat kept his words. Emilia, who had seen this many times, was amazed. The Duchess of the Empire thought that Laing might have gotten a treasure this time. There were many nobles and bureaucrats in the Nur Palace, but there were not many who were as capable as Berliat. More importantly, Berliat's background was a blank. The Duchess of the Empire was sure that Laing would entrust Berliat with important tasks.
Emilia crossed her long legs wrapped in crimson soft pantyhose and her beautiful feet in skull-patterned laced high heels. She held Suria's arm. Everyone continued to discuss this matter.
Everyone knew that Leon's opinion was correct. In the process of a spellcaster becoming a qualified and powerful spellcaster, countless wealth and resources would be consumed. Moreover, even if so many resources were used up, the chances of a wizard being able to advance to the Legendary rank and become a lord or a noble who could provide magical assistance and answers were still not very high. Perhaps a failed experiment, an unlucky spellcaster, an accident in a battle, or the jealousy of others would cause all the previous expenses to go down the drain.
On the other hand, if they could successfully cultivate a Sorcerer, especially one with the strength of a legendary or above legendary Sorcerer, it would mean that the nobles would have a super killing machine. Legendary and sacred Sorcerers would have all kinds of powerful spells that could easily change the situation of the entire battlefield.
Just like Morgiana, the Lake Goddess Witch. As long as she was leading, the knights would rarely lose. Just like the former Great Wizard of the Empire, Cernus Gehrman, who saved the Empire's army countless times with his Flaming Storm, Piercing Flame Arrows, and Pyroblast. Just like how Galt could turn hundreds of Orcs into golden statues at a critical moment with an ultimate alchemy spell, allowing the Empire's army to turn defeat into victory.
Similarly, in the battle of Titan's Gate, Olica's Void Distortion, Veronica's Meteor, and Aurora's Domain of Extreme Cold, these three group spells instantly defeated Skarnik's most important and most elite Black Beastmen army. This was also the reason why more than 50% of the Black Beastmen had died. Otherwise, who knew how many casualties Leon would have had to pay in order to deal with this Black Beastmen army. Even so, in order to eliminate the remaining Black Beastmen army, Count Khuilu Antelm had died in battle, and the allied army had paid a price of more than a thousand casualties.
The ability to explode in an instant and turn the tide of a battle was a commander's dream. It was also an ability that many armies did not have.
Therefore, the spellcasters themselves were very valuable.
As long as the Ice Witches themselves did not have any problems, Kislöw would not be able to overthrow the female Tsar in a short period of time. Don't even think about it. She could kill hundreds of people with a single spell, not to mention so many Ice Witches.
"Your Majesty, this time I recruited more than 600 Ugor men from Kislöw. They are all good men. I will integrate them into the Ugor archers to form a new legion. Your Majesty, please give it a name." Berliat then handed the list to Laing. "The list is here."
"Let's call it the Ugor Legion." Laing said casually. He did not seem to be very serious. "Berliat, your most important task now is to settle the Kislöw immigrants reasonably and let them adapt to the new environment and the relatively warmer climate of Brittany. When the Maybach and the others have inspected the gun factory, you can slowly arrange for them to start working."
"Yes." Berliat nodded to show that he understood. At the same time, he immediately took the opportunity to recommend the famous Kislöw scholar, Mikhail Vasilyevich, to Laing. He was the first scholar to take the initiative to apply for a job in the Gulag labor camp.
Laing chatted with Mikhail for a while and found that this scholar, who was only in his thirties, was an all-rounder. He alone knew five languages: High and Low Gothic, Kislöw, Dwarven, and Elven. He was also a high-level intellectual who was proficient in physics, chemistry, mining, and metallurgy. After Laing asked a few difficult questions, Mikhail not only answered them fluently, but also explained everything clearly in the Dwarven language in the simplest way.
Laing was overjoyed and immediately awarded Mikhail the title of academician in the Muzilon Engineering College. The Empire's Countess was not to be outdone. As the honorary principal of the Nur University, the little maid also immediately awarded Mikhail the title of academician in the Nur University.
This was also the first Mrs. Kiesler in the Old World to be awarded the title of academician. Mikhail was also specially hired by Laing as the scientific advisor of the Brittany Royal Palace. He was responsible for scientific research and explaining problems.
Mikhail was a little dumbfounded. He did not expect to receive such treatment. This scientist knelt down on the spot and kissed Laing's finger to show his loyalty.
On this day, more than ten scholars passed the selection and were given new identities in Laing's palace or the newly built academy. The rest were snatched away by the nobles to do clerical work or other affairs. In this era, there were not many people who could read and write. These people were treasures!
Laing was very satisfied with this. He announced that Berliat would be awarded the title of Knight of the Kingdom, but he would receive a fixed salary instead of a fief. He encouraged him to work hard and patted him on the shoulder enthusiastically. Even Suria nodded in approval.
Berliat's eyes were filled with tears. He could not help but kneel down and kowtow, saying that he would definitely follow His Majesty Laing's path.
At this point, the matter of Kislöw was considered to have come to an end. Laing and the others got into the carriage and prepared to go to Muzilon.
However, on the way from Bordero to Muzilon, Laing received a letter from Prince Regent Laun.
Since Emilia had to go back to take care of the children, Suria and Olica followed Laing to Muzilon. While they were walking along the newly built road to Muzilon, a messenger delivered a letter to the king's team late one night. "This is a letter from Duke Laun, the Regent of the Kingdom. May I ask if His Majesty is asleep?"
The commander of the Old Guard, Bertrand and Davu, who were in charge of protecting the king, looked at each other. They then looked at the king's tent. At this time, the king's tent was still lit. Bertrand took the letter and shouted into the tent, "Your Majesty? There's a new letter. "
"Bring it in." Clayon was sitting in the tent, reading a book. His wife, Sulia, had already changed into her nightgown. She leaned lazily against the headboard of the bed, showing off her moving beauty and exquisite face. "What's the matter now?"
"I don't know." Laing signaled Olica, who was wearing a black and white maid uniform, to go out and get the letter.
Olica quickly brought the letter back. Laing opened Laun's letter and read it for a while. He put it aside and frowned. "This is really not the right time."
"Not the right time?" Suria was obviously interested. The female knight asked, "Laing, what did Laun say in the letter? What's the matter? "
"Laun said that he hopes to organize an army to explore Obien Island in the north across the sea." Laing asked Olica to pass the letter to Suria. Suria took the letter and looked at it with a troubled expression. "Indeed, it's not the right time."
Laun, the regent of the kingdom, didn't have anything urgent to say. He just proposed an idea to Laing.
He wanted to gather an army to go on an expedition to Obien Island. According to the scouts he sent out, during this period of time, Obien Island in the north of Brittany seemed to have mutated into a new vein of magic ore due to the changes in the Wind of Chaos. The Empire's stronghold on Obien Island, Newland, was ready to take action. The former Empire's chief wizard, Cernus Gehrman, had already gathered in Brunswick and was ready to depart. Laun also suggested that the Knight King organize an army to go to Obien Island and fight the local Obien natives and the Norse barbarians, plundering and mining the magic ore.
Plundering the barbarians was a righteous plunder. The Knight King had now reached a consensus.
If it was in the past, Laing would have agreed. Brittany was indeed lacking in magic ore. This used to be a colony of the elven Empire, and all the ore veins that could be mined had dried up. The only thing left was a small number of ore veins in the Grey Mountains.
But now was not the right time. The Knight King had just finished the Eight Peaks Expedition. The army needed time to rest and replenish, and the benefits they gained needed time to be digested. Now, the kingdom, from the nobles to the serfs, were exhausted. Although they didn't have a strong war weariness due to the continuous victories, it was indeed not the right time to start another war, at least not this year or next.
Laing told Suria his judgment and said with a headache, "I don't believe that Laun doesn't understand these things. But his request for war in the letter was very firm and serious. He also emphasized that he would only mobilize the armies of the three northern duchies (Connet, Le-Angouland, Lyonnesse). This is very difficult for me. It's not good to reject directly, and it's not good to agree. Why would he suddenly ask for war at this time? Obion Island is a mysterious place covered by thick fog all year round. If this war really starts and we encounter a strong enemy, can we just stay out of it? "
It was very quiet in the tent. Olica curled up in Laing's arms and didn't say anything. She just enjoyed the time with her master. Laing was frowning. Only Suria thought for a few minutes and said, "Laing, do you know the Eight Peaks Gang?"
"I know." Laing nodded.
In the past few months, a brand new faction had emerged in the Kingdom of Brittania. This faction was made up of knights, nobles, old guards, and freedmen who had participated in the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition. They liked to gather together to brag and reminisce about the glorious days of the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition. They would sing, drink, and eat skewers together. As a result, the line between nobles and commoners became more and more blurred. However, this faction had a strict rule: they would only accept soldiers or knights who had participated in the Eight Peaks Mountain Expedition.
"Wait, you're saying that Lauren is very anxious to prove himself because he didn't participate in the Eight Peaks Expedition?" Laing suddenly realized the meaning of Suria's words. "If that's the case, then it makes sense."
"Yes, Lauren's letter should have two meanings. On the one hand, the northerners are asking for war. He represents many northerners to ask for war, indicating that although they didn't participate in the Eight Peaks Expedition, they are not cowards. On the other hand, he has made a public statement. He has made a public statement to you and to the northerners through this letter." Sulia nodded slowly. Her sea-blue eyes on her beautiful face stared at her husband. She smiled and said, "My suggestion is that as the king, you can explain the current situation in your reply letter. Frankly, it is not suitable to start another war now. Then, you can promise that if there is another expedition next time, you will give priority to the northern knight nobles and bring Lauren along with you. This way, the problem will be solved. Lauren will have a way out, and your image will be preserved. It will also balance the conflict between the northern knight nobles and the southern knight nobles."
"Tell Lauren next time. Next time, for sure. Hahahaha!!" Laing laughed after listening to Suria's words. Knight King nodded and wrote down Suria's suggestion with a pen. "My dear, what else can I say? I can't find the words to praise my wife. "
"You can do it another way, my dear." Sulia stretched out a black, ultra-thin pantyhose from under the blanket. The tip of her foot was made of transparent black silk. The queen said slyly, "I think this is a better way to show your sincerity and gratitude, especially when Amelia and Morgiana have been occupying my time all day. Don't you know that your queen needs her husband's comfort more than anything else?"
"Don't worry, my wife." Laing expressed his full agreement. Isn't this easy?
… I'm using a different way of dividing the line …
At the same time, in the New World, in an unknown hidden area of the Great Ocean, there was a big whirlpool in the Boat Burial Ground.
An ironclad fleet was forcefully breaking through the cannons of the undead fleet and rushing out of the depths of the great maelstrom of the graveyard. Captain Ross's moon dial guided the fleet in the correct direction out of the cursed sea.
Amidst the storm and the barrage of cannons, the king's son, the geno prototype, the leader of the Ash Army, Purple Phoenix Fu Gen, was holding the Snake God Sotigo's battle spear in one hand and the golden power sword, Glory, in the other. Fu Gen had clearly been through a bloody battle. Around him were the bodies of many dead spirit pirates and big beasts. On the deck, Mister Jin, Julius, and Pilazo were fighting a group of Deep Sea Guards and Vampire Ghost Sailors.
Further away, the chief political commissar of the Ash Army from Kislöw, Lev, and the wood elf princess Carona were leading a large group of long-range troops to keep firing at the enemy.
It was obvious that no one could stop Fulgen. Under his personal attack, the undead pirates who tried to stop the bandits from leaving were all massacred. The flagship of the Ashes Corps, the Saint Sophia, led the remaining two ironclads to break out of the encirclement and open a bloody path. The tyrannical firepower made the undead pirates not dare to chase after them. The few galleons behind, including the flagship of Master Jin, the Burning Scimitar, also followed the Saint Sophia and rushed out of the encirclement.
The Ash Army's fleet finally killed their way out of the encirclement. The moment they left the Boat Burial Ground, the rain passed. In the middle of the night, the bright starlight covered the sea and the deck. The soldiers of the Ash Army cheered for their victory and then prepared to throw the dead bodies on the deck into the sea to feed the fish.
"Our luck is not bad, Army Commander. The ghost Earl Noctirus and his flagship, the Bloody Marauder, are not in the Boat Burial Ground." Jinx put away his weapon and said to Fu Gen, "I did not expect things to go so smoothly … and so unlucky. I originally wanted to settle a score with the earl, but it seems that I will have to wait until next time. But my revenge will not stop. This is just the beginning. I will cut his dead head off his neck."
"Don't regret it, Karim. You will have a chance to complete your revenge." Fu Gen nodded slightly. His handsome face was full of confidence and pride. Even though his soft hair was soaked in water, it did not hurt his charm. "But now, we should go to Brittany and meet up with my brother, Laing."
The king's son geno prototype put down his weapon and took out a talisman from his chest.
The talisman was burning with the fire of heaven. The talisman was branded with the coat of arms of the Ancient Elven Empire and the godly mark of the High Fairy Moon Goddess, Lilith.
I got it!
Wait, St. Giles, give me a little more time!
You will return!
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