How far a team can go is undoubtedly the deciding factor in its leader.

As far as Ainan saw, Lothar had one thing necessary for a successful superior, and that was responsibility. A responsible leader is enough to make his subordinates feel at ease to do things for him, without worrying about being pushed out of the top tank if something goes wrong or there is an accident.

Imagine if a member of a team is afraid to do something, what can he do if he dares to do something?

"Sir has been standing there for a long time, really, why ...... to those untouchables"

"Shut up!"

A conversation drifted into Ainan's ears in a corner, whispered by some of the nobles in the ranks. It was clear that most of them had complained about Lothar's behavior, but they didn't dare to show it openly.

This is a hierarchical world, the nobles and the commoners are almost two worlds, the nobles look down on the commoners, and they don't care about the life and death of the commoners. The commoners were both hostile and yearning for the aristocracy, dissatisfied with their social status and expecting to be part of the aristocracy. This caused talented commoners to desperately squeeze into the circle of the nobility, and if they succeeded, these people would help the nobility to stabilize their rule with a hundredfold enthusiasm.

It is precisely because of this that the nobles look down on the commoners so much, because they know that no matter how much they look down on these guys, even if there are really capable people among the commoners, they will only be absorbed by them and become their helpers.

Look at how Lothar did it, he actually apologized to those untouchables for a small mistake he had made. You say that you can just make a appearance, after all, this is a special period, and you need to win the hearts of the commoners, which has been grinding for a long time, where is the dignity of the nobles?

"Who's that guy?"

Ainan pointed to a young man who was scolding those who were complaining about Lothar, and Sloanan hurriedly came up: "That's the Duke of Rhine, and he also has some royal blood. ”

Ainan sighed, and the corners of his mouth hooked a meaningful arc: "Isn't a duke with royal blood a higher status in the kingdom than a knight?" If you asked the nobles to choose between the Sir and the Duke, who would they choose? ”

Sloane didn't dare to take it.

Although Lothar is a direct descendant of Soladin the Great, he has no real power other than a name, and even royal loyalists like Matis who are willing to go into exile with him do not all listen to him.

It is the royal family that is loyal to the royal family, not Lothar personally.

In the eyes of the nobles, Lothar's approach was very problematic, the latter was more biased towards the commoners, and had outstanding prestige among the commoners, but most of the nobles felt that Lothar would damage the majesty of the nobles, lower the level of the nobles, and make the commoners less in awe of the nobles.

When the commoners were no longer in awe of the aristocracy, the status of the aristocracy would naturally be impacted, which in turn would affect the vital interests of the nobles.

Nothing would be a problem if there was no Duke of Rhine in the ranks, because only Lothar could represent the royal family. But the reality is not like this, and it is difficult to guarantee that some people will not do what they think after having one more choice. Unfortunately, Lothar didn't realize the problem, or he did, but he found that he couldn't compete with each other in terms of the power of the nobility, so he turned to attack the commoners, who made up ninety percent of the numbers. The consequence of this is that he won the support of the commoners and at the same time aroused the dissatisfaction of the nobles, laying a lot of hidden dangers for the team.

The problem Ainan could see, but he wasn't going to do anything. He has always been tied to the battle between the two royal family members, he is too lazy to participate, as long as his strength can reach a certain level, no matter which of the two wins, he has to win him over.

"Didn't you find the gnolls' camp and take me to see it."

Speaking of the gnolls' camp, Sloan's expression was not very good.

The Gnoll are a race dominated by appetite, and they can chew and chew even carrion as long as they can eat it. Counting on how clean the camp of such a race is, I can only say that you think too much.

The gnawed bones of the prey, the feces excreted by the gnolls, the maggots crawling on the rotting stinky meat, the stench of poison gas that smokes people to death, this is the gnolman camp.

After applying air filtration to himself and Sloan, Ainan walked in, walking cautiously to keep his shoes from some unknown object. Sloanan followed with a depressed face, he couldn't figure out what was worth exploring in the territory of the gnolls, and the mages were really weird guys.

Unbeknownst to Sloanan, an unseen energy was converging upon him as Ainan entered the gnolls' camp. The frost sorrow tied to Ainan's waist was like a dry sponge, constantly absorbing the death energy of the gnolls' camp. If the energy of Frost Sorrow was one before, then after absorbing these death energies, these energies reached twenty, an increase of nineteen times.

The harvest is not bad, twenty points of death energy is enough to do a lot of things.

Ainan stopped in front of a pile of dry bones, and he found what he was looking for—a gray, moss-shaped plant.

Graveyard moss, a rare magical ingredient that only appears in places with abundant death energy, such as mass graves in cemeteries, is actually the product of mutation of moss contaminated with death energy. Since no one has studied spiritism yet, its usefulness has not yet been discovered.

"I went to look for it, and I saw that all this plant was collected."

Ainan has spoken, can Sloanan say no?

After half an hour, Sloane returned to Ainan with the other two graveyard mosses he had found, and by this time Ainan had already used his tools to mash the first graveyard moss into powder. Reciting incantations that outsiders couldn't understand, Ainan sprinkled the powder evenly on the Frost Sorrow pattern, and Sloanan was surprised to find that the powder spontaneously combusted without fire, bursting into gray flames. The flames were lined with frost sorrows, making Sloanan feel dizzy, and a feeling of nausea from nowhere made him almost vomit.

Turning his head and not daring to look again, Sloanan felt better.

What exactly is Lord Ainan doing, and why do I think he's performing an evil magic ritual?

Shouldn't this be, shouldn't the evil spell ritual be sneaky and not let people see it, how can it be so open?

Delusion, it must be my delusion.

Sloane, who denied his instincts at the first moment, would not have thought that he was actually right. It was only by taking advantage of man's habitual thinking and his ignorance of magic that Ainan succeeded in misleading him.

To perform evil spells, you have to be sneaky, you have to be sneaky?

Who prescribes?

I just want to enlighten the death pattern on Frost Sorrow, so that it can play the true role of a magic weapon, so what?

Ainan didn't think he was doing something wrong, there was no difference between evil and good in power, it only depended on how the person who mastered it used it.