"April 10th, fine.

The things that need to be done have basically been done, and the last few decrees have been issued today, and it will be up to Ivota to survive the storm with these.

Father, maybe you wouldn't have thought that this land would change like this, would you?

You have always disapproved of the comprehensive preferential treatment of denominations, and you always say that religion and politics are the same thing, and I used to think you were alarmist, but now you seem to think it is true. Especially after looking at these from the height of the lord, I always feel a little chilled - is this the Rosiccross I wanted to dedicate my life to in the first place?

The establishment of the cabinet made many people not understand, and it is estimated that this action of the Rosicrucius will also make many people misunderstand, but as Roddy said, at this time, there is no energy to analyze the process, and the only thing we can focus on is the result..."

The handwriting faded as the quill's ink ran out, and Sally's white fingers lifted slightly, and after thinking about it, she didn't draw any more ink, but stuck the pen on the silver pen holder. When the ink was dry, she closed the small book and stuffed it onto the bookshelf next to it.

After becoming a lord, Sally had the habit of writing a "territory diary", which was different from a private diary, which was written down with a few thoughts after each decision she made. This habit was left by her father Angelma, and when Sally was young, she would always see her father take out this kind of book and read it carefully, and now it has been passed down, not to mention how much it has to play for the time being, maybe it is more of a memorial to her father.

Speaking of which, Sally, as a duke, is now quite different from the nobility in the general sense - she has simply delegated a lot of power to the "cabinet", although this has made the "duke" less supreme decision-making power in the past, but has greatly improved the efficiency of the implementation of the policy of the territory.

Unlike her brother, who was dealt with by herself, Sally didn't need a sense of accomplishment in power, because now she had to face threats from all sides, whether it was the suppression of the royal family or the impending orc crisis, and her only purpose was to keep "Evta" alive on the map.

"Lord Duke, the carriage is ready. ”

Steward John no longer calls "Miss" these days, and Sally is used to being called that way. Now her schedule is tight, and although the afternoon is just for example, it is also something that "has to be done".

"What about Titus and Uncle Wellington?"

"The two Grand Knights and the Knight of Sodrol have sent letters from their respective territories, and all plans are being carried out in an orderly manner. ”

According to the original custom, when the lord wanted to gather an army, in addition to recruiting a certain number of soldiers himself, the other sources of troops could only be solved by the other lords who received the order - not to mention the low efficiency of this method, the quality of the soldiers was even more rare, and the fact that they had never cooperated with each other, the battle was usually no different from a hooligan fight.

What the Ivota Cabinet has now done is to set up an "Army Command," with Sodrore, Titus, and Wellington as "Army Commanders," specifically responsible for the training, deployment, and operational affairs of the "Conventional Army," completely abandoning the previous practice.

"Military power" is the most important thing for the lord, so the position of "commander" is not handed over to others, but these three commanders have their own "war zones" and have all the right to recruit and train troops in the "war zone".

Such an act must have touched the interests of the other lords, but since most of the lords were now dead in Pacaro City, the removal of the levy rights from these vacated territories did not cause much of a stir - after all, the position of "commander-in-chief" was still held by Duke Sally himself, which was enough to suppress the backlash.

But the only thing that puzzled Sally and the others was the strange title of "Army"... The southernmost part of Ivota is still separated from the coastline by mountains that stretch for hundreds of miles, and there is no port in history, and there has never been a "naval fleet", I don't know why Roddy has to emphasize "army"...

"Forget it, this wood always has some weird ideas..."

Sally sat in the carriage and thought for a long time, but in the end she didn't have an answer, but she felt her heart beat a little faster when she remembered Roddy's way of presiding over the meeting at the Duke's Palace these days - and then she muttered with some chagrin: "I have to leave after talking in the bedroom until the evening, I really hate it, I hate it..."

She knew that it would be a little difficult for Roddy to do it with Akasha in her presence, but the thought that he was now running to Elson City again and not knowing when to see each other again, her heart was unpleasantly tight.

But when the carriage stopped, it vanished, and Sally got up and picked up a basket of bread prepared by the butler—yes, the carriage had stopped in the slums, and she had come to distribute bread to the poor civilians.

Doing these things as a duke now is naturally a bit of a "show", but Sally, dressed in priestly robes, still handed out prepared bread along the street as she had done many years ago, and then turned to the monastery not far away, escorted by the guards.

"I've kept the bishops waiting. ”

As a priest, he naturally did not dare to let the four bishops of the diocese wait for him, but as far as the Duke of Evta was concerned, this was a manifestation of the identity gap - Sally had gradually learned these details of the means, so in the face of several old people, including Bishop Benjamin, her smile was calm, but faintly strong.

"Speaking of which, the Duke came earlier than expected. ”

The abbot of the monastery hurriedly came out to greet him, but he was not the protagonist of the day - the four regional archbishops behind him were the main subjects of Sally's conversation.

The ensuing meeting naturally revolved around the issue of Evta's preferential treatment of the "Rosicruc" in the future. To be honest, religion is not a good option for rulers, but if the "barriers" of the royal trade blockade can be broken, then Sally has nothing to fear. In particular, the royal family's secret collusion with the "Viper Cross" has long made the "Rosace Cross" blind, and now they can suppress this group of heretics in the name of the Lord of Evta, and both parties are naturally happy.

The meeting went smoothly and the atmosphere was friendly and warm, because it was late in the day, and Sally had dinner with the bishops. Naturally, the conversation at the table shifted from the previous topic to small talk. A few bishops chatted about the methods of the infidels and the brutality of the orcs, and Bishop Benjamin occasionally asked about Sally and Roddy's relationship, and there was more of a consolation in it.

However, Sally listened to them talk about the topic of undead, and suddenly sighed: "After this battle, I found that necromancy seems to far surpass the magic and divine magic of the same level in terms of physical defense. ”

"That's how bones work, but they're just too evil. ”

"There have been people who have tried to improve their magic skills, but apparently no one has succeeded. In fact, sometimes I have to admit... Certain evil spells are indeed more effective than divine spells. ”

The bishops of the region are so far-sighted that they will not blindly dismiss necromancy, they will admit it when they should admit it, but they will sigh when they talk about "improvements" - magic has not undergone much change since its appearance, and it has not been reborn countless times over hundreds of thousands of years like magic or necromancy.

"Speaking of which, there's a question I'm still curious about," Sally casually fiddled with the dessert with her fork, as if casually asked, "Is it possible for a priest who uses divine magic to master necromancy?"

"That's wishful thinking, and it's never happened in history. ”

Benjamin shook his head and glanced at the other old bishops, one of whom added, "The power of necromancy is mostly negative, and it is repulsive to divine magic, and it is both powers... I'm afraid that my body will not be able to hold it and collapse first. ”

"I see. ”

Sally smiled and changed the subject, but her eyes narrowed imperceptibly.

"Failed again..."

A flash of white light dimmed, and due to subtle errors in spells and gestures, Akasha's "Bone Spear Technique" failed as the casting ingredient "White Bone" shattered.

There have been more than forty such failures, so much so that the ground under Akasha's feet is full of white bone stubble - of course, these spell casting materials are all made by her from rabbit bones, so even if the "Bone Spear Technique" is successfully released, the power is estimated to be unable to penetrate even leather armor.

Akasha sighed and decided to end today's spell practice, and immediately began to carefully record the process of spell failure, the phenomenon and her next improvement plan...

Such "experimental records" are already full of three large words, but for the studious and patient Akasha, these are only scratches of the surface of "necromancy". Although she was able to cast low-end spells similar to the "Bone Wall Technique" through research and improvement, she always felt that she couldn't find a direction - although she had understood some superficial necromancy through casting those scrolls and books, it was obvious that this did not allow her to have an intuitive concept of the complete "Necromancy System", and she could not do in-depth research such as "drawing inferences from one another".

Obviously a priest, but unlike those magicians in the Kingdom Church who reject "necromancy", Akasha can't tell what kind of mentality she has, probably because "necromancy" is more powerful and effective, and combined with divine magic, she can improve her control over the battlefield...

Until now, she hadn't discovered the strange closeness she felt inside of her for this spell.

"Help me clean up. ”

As a priest, "necromancy" will naturally not be her "main business". So after writing the spell record, she said hello to the "High Elf Mage" who had been standing in the doorway, and the latter came over in silence to clean up the stubble. Akasha went to another room to pray and practice magic, and then left the spell training ground and walked outside.

The area of the spell training ground is very large, but the construction of the magic school in Elson City has just begun, and it is difficult for many people to read and write, let alone "spell training", so there are basically no other people here. But when she walked out, the silent room echoed with the echo of ping-pong, and Akasha didn't need to look to know that it was Nefi who was practicing the magic practice, and she was used to it, so she just glanced at it and continued to walk forward.

The impact of the war on Nefi is anyone's eye, and Akasha is not surprised. Walking along the semi-circular cloister, you can always see the towering Pachar Tower in the center of the city.

"That woman... It's always a lot of things. ”

Thinking of Camilla, who always worked in the Magic Tower, Akasha muttered quietly, obviously not liking the other party's shrewd and capable style. In her heart, since Roddy is the lord of the city, everyone else must obey unconditionally, but every time Camilla always has to quarrel with Roddy on certain issues, and even sometimes make Roddy regress, which makes the little priest feel very unhappy - but this is just a few words of slander, she also knows that she doesn't know how to build a city or anything, and she does her own thing with her heart.

Today, I was going to the tailor's shop in the east of the city to order a few sets of clothes for Roddy, Akasha thought so, so she turned at the intersection ahead, passed through the inner gate that flashed with runes, waved her hand to signal the undead guards to get out of the way, and was about to move forward after confirming the location of the tailor's shop in the outer city, but suddenly heard a buzz behind her - Akasha naturally understood that this was the sound of "building opening", so she continued without looking back.

But after walking more than a dozen steps, the voice never seemed to stop, Akasha looked back with some confusion, and was completely stunned by the scene in front of her...

At first, Akasha didn't know what they were all about, but when she saw these egg-shaped buildings rising from the ground and floating into the sky, she suddenly realized... The heritage behind this city is far beyond anyone's imagination.

Eighteen "Magic Vigilance Floating Towers" slowly rose into the air, and after a few minutes, they stopped in their intended positions. The tallest spire was four hundred and fifty meters above the ground, and after the constant "Arcane Eye" circle was activated, the blue phantom formed a giant rune eye that overlooked the earth. The farthest floating tower was above the farmland ten kilometers outside the city walls - in other words, the security area of Elson City was more than doubled.

Their appearance is a miracle for all the inhabitants of the city.