The meeting was over, and the King of the World left the Countess to have dinner with Morningstar, and everyone knew that it was because the King of the World had some questions to ask.

The countess knew that her strategy had worked.

It was an ordinary dinner, certainly a lavish feast by the standards of the vast majority of the world, but it was only a modest working meal for the king of the world.

"I don't dare to discuss science itself until now, although according to the criteria of the pre-station evaluation, the factors that fluctuate too much can not be discussed, but science is definitely not a part that can be ignored. ”

The King of the World was eating elegantly and talking incessantly, and she was clearly not out of work yet.

"There is a very simple scheme of assessment," the countess swallowed the food in her mouth before she began to speak, "the power of science itself is greater than all his subordinates combined. ”

Morningstar frowned.

The king of the world stopped, took a bite of a piece of foie gras from the fork in her mouth, and looked up in thought.

"That seems to make sense, what's your reason?"

"The strength of all believers comes from their own faith, which is why the more devout believers are stronger, and it is clear that all believers believe not in themselves, but in science. ”

The King of the World swallowed the foie gras, then nodded.

That said, it's clear that science is far more powerful than all believers combined. ”

"But there is one factor that may limit this gap to a certain extent," the countess raised her glass, looking at the mellow liquor in the glass, the color was incomparably bright, "biological instinct, the selfishness contained in faith itself, will leave a part of its power in the believer himself. ”

"What have you concluded so far?"

"The power of science is comparable to the power of the Holy See that we can estimate. ”

The King of the World nodded.

This is a simple but valid estimate.

The world is never a precise number at a glance, but a vague fog, especially in war, and it is an absolute luxury to get exact numbers.

"That is, we should have doubled the number we just got. ”

A shadow flashed across Morningstar's face.

According to the countess's calculations, it is impossible for Francie to prevail over science with his current strength.

Even with the addition of the Alpha Federation, the scattered Holy Loren Empire, and the four heir provinces that seem to be separated, Francie still can't defeat such a terrifying force.

"So we need more allies, right?"

The king of the world smiled.

The countess was shocked.

This conclusion easily leads to another conclusion: the king of the world needs Brittania as an ally.

As long as Brittania makes it clear that it will fall to the king of the world, then in the known world, the king of the world will have no enemies, only servants and allies, the Alpha Federation may pay greater sacrifices, and the careful thinking of the four heir provinces will be reined in.

But the King of the World would never allow a counselor she trusted to mislead her judgment.

"Rest assured, I trust you. ”

"Thank you. ”

The countess pressed down on the guilt in her heart.

This inference is entirely in line with the theory of the nature of science that she and Magellan established, but it also contains ideas that make Brittania even more important.

"Does our enemy have any weaknesses?"

"Nope. ”

This is the obvious conclusion.

Both the Countess and the Morning Star had pondered the weakness of science countless times, but it turned out that it didn't exist.

"It's incredible...... "The King of the World laughed, as if she had obtained some of the treasures she wanted most, "I thought that humanity would never have a chance to face such an enemy, and in military science, a perfect army would be my greatest achievement." ”

The countess smiled helplessly.

Very subtlely, she did have a glimmer of hope in her heart.

"We're going to win. ”

......

Arthur woke up early.

It was an impossibly bright morning.

The sun shines brightly from the sky between the eastern clouds and the mountains, incomparably bright, incomparably clear. Low puffy clouds shrouded in shadows, showing a clear gray color, as if within reach.

Everything in the mountains and forests is cut by a clear division between light and dark, the parts of light are incomparably clear, and the dew on the blades of grass is like a brilliant diamond.

"The weather was so nice. ”

Magellan nodded: "yes." ”

Last night was the middle of the night, so Magellan stayed awake.

As for the Baron, who was with him, he was asleep, and he had not been able to hold back the beer he had brought with him at dinner yesterday, and he had not yet woken up.

Magellan quickly made breakfast, and then they woke up the baron, and the three of them ate together and began to move on.

The baron rode a war horse, and for him this trip was probably an outing in the distant days of the Knights, where warriors were trained in the name of hunting.

Of course, both Magellan and Arthur knew that it was actually a long journey across the continent.

But the baron was right, for after only two days of walking in the mountains, they entered the territory of another nobleman, who was the baron's cousin.

So it really can be considered an outing.

After just one day without beer, the baron was about to go crazy, so after entering the castle, he rushed straight into the cellar.

The absence of the host and guest postponed the welcome banquet, and Magellan and Arthur had a sumptuous lunch in their room, and then opened the big book again with a cup of tea.

"Strangely, there is no record of the conch here. ”

"Isn't it?"

Arthur collapsed in his chair without a figure, and his voice was weak.

"The earliest records were written in the ancient Loren language, a special language ...... that evolved from the differentiated Loren language to the existing lingua franca of the Holy Loren Empire."

Arthur let out an exaggerated sigh: "Ah, I don't understand!"

"The eleventh Schmidt included this unique conch in his inventory of the family collection, mentioning only that it was the inheritance of the ancestors and nothing else. ”

"Don't tell me we're all on our way and you don't know where we're going. ”

Magellan smiled: "The book details the route of the Schmidt family's migration, and although I can't determine the earliest part, the second half is clearly visible. Now, we're at the beginning of everything along this route, and I'm hoping to get a little clue in the known part and identify the unknown part. ”

"I think we'd better hurry. ”

Arthur looked forceful.

"No way, the Baron is an essential part of this trip. ”

"Why?"

"Bloodline. ”