The Ottoman Empire's rich and populous south, in the mouth of His Highness, is not as good as the poor north?!

There was a hint of a trance on the guard's expression.

Naturally, she would not wonder if there was anything wrong with Her Royal Highness's words.

Based on the prestige that Christine has built up since her rebirth, the guards have taken her word for it.

Since Her Royal Highness said that the north is better than the south, then the north must be better than the south.

It's just that he should be ignorant and hasn't discovered anything special in the north.

"By the way, how are those people doing?"

Christine seemed to remember something and asked in a low voice.

Silk gloves that glow in the sunlight slowly sweep across the map, and the soft fingertips seem to feel the rough surface.

Place your hands on either side of the map and roll them up.

"Those guys are steadily improving their strength."

"Each of them is not low in mystery, and I believe that they will soon grow up and take charge of their own."

The guard reported with a look of admiration on his face.

She looked at Christine's back as if she were looking up to a god.

The people that Christine and the guards were talking about were naturally the list that Christine had given to the guards before.

The people on the list are some of the talents in the imperial capital who have become famous in later generations, but are now buried.

Only such a genius will be easily subdued and work for himself.

However, there are not many such people, especially in the imperial capital.

Although the population of nearly 10 million seems to be a lot, there are very few people who can have the qualifications of occult warlocks.

In addition, in order to ensure that her power will not be outside the situation, Christine also eliminated some people with a bad reputation.

So there are only eight people on this list.

But eight people is enough for a small force.

After all, even some of the larger forces may not have so many geniuses, and there are almost only one or two to use as a façade.

After these eight warlocks grew up one after another, some of the down-and-out big forces did not dare to provoke them easily.

Talented people are not so easy to tap, and they have a lot of costs to bear.

But Christine didn't, she had all kinds of information in her head, basically hearsay from the previous life, or news from the newspaper.

Thinking of this, Christine couldn't help but regret it a little.

I regret why she didn't watch more and remember more.

But it's too late now, and regret is of little use.

However, from this moment on, her future goals can be seen in the scope of the entire empire, and even the three major empires, countless kingdoms, and entire continents.

This world is full of depressed geniuses.

Christine's lonely eyes drooped slightly, compared to the imperial capital.

No matter how prosperous the city is, it can't compare to the whole world.

But some old stubborns just hold the emperor and don't look outside.

Those who have already carved up the cake plan to unite first to eliminate their own small forces.

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But she didn't want to spend all that time fighting.

In terms of intrigue, even if the second is a human being, she is not as good as these old foxes.

Exploring one more ruin will yield a lot more than that.

And his biggest reliance is the memory of his previous life.

All kinds of mysterious knowledge about the previous life, ruins news, and understanding of some people are what she can really use.

As for the world line, as early as under the wings of his own butterfly, it was so chaotic that it was no longer in shape.

Aside from something that was bound to happen, Christine wasn't sure where the world was going at the moment.

All she could do was do everything she could to prepare.

Then go and meet the torrent of the times.

“……”

"They seem to be a little slower."

After listening to the guard's individual briefings on each person, Christine walked over to the window and muttered.

Slow?

The guards looked at the information recorded on the paper, and each of them was among the best among their peers.

What's more, there are two people who are almost at the top of the field.

After summoning our forces, it will be possible to reach this level in just a few months.

Is this strength growing at a slower pace?

The guard suddenly felt that the genius he understood and the genius in His Highness's mouth did not seem to be something of the same dimension.

But only Christine herself knew that this cultivation speed was indeed slow.

This may be their own reason.

In the previous life, they grew up quickly with all kinds of fighting and fighting.

Because if the speed of growth is no longer faster, constantly compressing time and improving one's strength, I am afraid that when the time comes, I will directly worry about life.

And now, although they are outstandingly talented, they don't have the training and stimulation of the previous life, they just practice step by step, and the speed of cultivation naturally slows down.

Even though the speed was already fast compared to the others, these eight people did not use their talents to the fullest.

Now they have not experienced the baptism of blood and fire, and can only be called gifted.

"Go and ask them if they are willing to leave the imperial capital and go to the north to train."

"Yes, Your Highness."

The guard bowed her head in response, and then she seemed to remember something, and then she continued.

"Your Highness, there's news from the Occult Academy."

"Huh?"

"The seed requested by His Highness has been cultivated, and after the rapid growth has been performed, the yield by the time the grain is ripe will be about twice as large as before."

Christine looked out the window at the shadow of the building, a bright color in the midday sun.

It was the mansion of the great nobles, and it was obvious that the distant ghetto could not be seen from her.

This is good news for Christine.

As long as the crops she needs are produced, then the development of her power in the north will be smoother.

No one chooses to live with food.

Especially in the north, which has been known for its poverty and poverty since ancient times.

Then Christine seemed to think of something, and turned to the guard and asked.

"Without the blessing of mystical spells, would it be able to guarantee the current output?"

"This ......"

"Which environment did you choose?"

“……”

"What is the survival rate of seeds in cold regions?"

“……”

"Did they say that?"

"No, no."

The guards were hesitant to answer Christine's questions one after another.

She can easily answer some information about mysteries and information.

But in the face of this kind of problem, it seems to be confused.

And they really didn't tell her about this, just gave a data report, and finally wrote the conclusion at the end.

Seeing this, Christine sighed slightly.

She was afraid that the researchers over there were in the alley, the guard who didn't seem to know anything.

"Is there a data report?"

"Yes, yes...... Here Your Highness. ”

The guard hurriedly took out a paper document from his storage space and handed it to Christine.

Christine took it from the guard's hand, and flipped through a few pages.

Then he looked at the data report in front of him and fell into a long silence.

"Your Highness, is there something wrong?"

When the guard saw that Christine was motionless, a bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

"Ahem......"

"I'm doing the math."

Christine coughed lightly to hide her embarrassment.

After getting her hands on it, she realized that she didn't really understand the complicated data.

It's not that I don't understand agriculture and don't know how to plant.

After all, during the years of exile, I was exposed to a lot of things.

It is not a small number of people who are involved in agriculture to deal with each other.

She knows the habits of various crops and how to deal with pests......

And now in the face of the data report in front of her, she was successfully stunned.

Thinking of this, Christine suddenly realized in her heart why some high-ranking members of the empire who didn't look stupid would be deceived for a long time.

I really can't understand it, the only thing you can understand is the conclusion.

But Christine knew there was a lot going on here.

Just because you look at something that performs well in the lab doesn't mean it's the same outside.

After all, the data from the laboratory is to conduct the experiment in the most appropriate environment.

And there are all kinds of interference and influences from the outside world.

So it looks like the data is beautiful, but as soon as the physical object is taken out, it will be scrapped directly.

After all, there are a lot of such things, and most of them have previous experiences.

It's all about competing for the resources distributed from above, and making the data beautiful has almost become a norm.

It is commonly known as data fraud.

The main thing is that you can't tell whether it's true or not, and this can only depend on the conscience of the experimenter.

Generally speaking, there will be a difference of 20 or 30 percent with the real thing.

Christine, based on her own experience, could estimate that the true yield of the crop might be only 1.5 to 1.8 times.

With a slight flicker of her eyes, she walked towards the door.

"Your Highness, where are you going?"

The guards hurriedly followed the figure of their own highness.

"Occult Academy."

"Do you need me to give you a briefing?"

"Not yet."

……

"Oh, how did Your Highness have time to come."

"I'm the main person in charge of this laboratory, you can ask me any questions, do you need me to lead the way for Your Highness?"

A man with the same hairstyle as Professor Salom saw Christine coming and hurried to greet him.

He smiled almost flatteringly, and bowed.

After all, I still have to rely on this person for my future resources.

Christine didn't speak, just handed him the data report.

Holding the paper document in his hand, the person in charge suddenly chuckled in his heart.

I was about to say something, but I saw Christine's eyes that seemed to see through everything.

"Did you take the initiative to say it, or did I ask you to say it?"

After a few moments, Christine walked out of the laboratory with an embarrassed look on her face, followed by the person in charge who nodded and saw her off.

"Why?"

The guards didn't understand why the data was fake, so it was good to write down the true conclusions clearly, and they had to exaggerate.

Didn't he know the consequences of concealment?

Christine didn't explain much.

The experimental data did take a hint of water.

The real output is not double, but about 1.8 times.

In the poor region, the output is also 1.5 times, which greatly exceeds Christine's expectations.

This means that the north will be able to feed half as much of its population.

But compared to those crops in the previous life, it is simply a world of difference.

After all, the 1.5 times here is based on the current output of one acre.

But even then, it is nowhere near as good as the previous one.

As Christine walked along the side of the road, the guards beside her seemed to have received some news and reported to her.

"Your Highness, 0-2 went to 0-1's residence alone early this morning."

Christine paused in her footsteps and turned her head to look at the guards who were bowing their heads to the side.

A trace of doubt gradually rose on her face, but the black boy in her eyes was like a deep ancient well, and people didn't know what was hidden inside.

0-1, 0-2 are code names on another list written by Christine, which is full of key people and has a department in charge of the intelligence agency.

For example, Villier was 0-9 on that list and Professor Adolphus was 1-3......

It's just that as he joins his own forces, the code name will also be erased.

Christine remembered that 0-2 was Yinfu Ornjohs, an interracial girl.

But it was this alien race who later became the Grand Sage of the Dusk Order.

Then, with the assistance of another unknown little saint, she annexed and swallowed almost all the Dusk Orders on the mainland.

For a time, this great saintess was in full swing, and no one could stop her might.

And she was the source of the last Lord of Twilight to come to earth.

That's why Christine paid special attention to her.

And now there are two people on the list who have crossed paths, and the people who are doing the monitoring work will report to Christine.

This great saint went to his house?

Christine vaguely remembered that Ji Yan and Yin Fu did have an intersection.

And it seems that it is still this great saint who is pestering him......

It's really him, there was an intersection so early.

Although Christine was very curious about it, it was like a cat's paw scratching lightly.

But out of respect for him, she decided to ......

"Is there anything concrete?"

"This ...... What kind of content does it mean? ”

The guard felt a little strange about the atmosphere around her, but she didn't think much of it.

"How do 0-1 and 0-2 intersect?"

"Your Highness, please wait a moment and let me ask the person in charge of this matter."

A moment passed.

"A café that 0-2 frequents happens to be the place that 0-3 frequents."

"And because 0-3 and 0-1 are adopted, there's a huge chance that 0-1 and 0-2 will meet by chance at a café."

"And there are a few times that the end of the trajectory of 0-1 is a secret meeting."

"And 0-2 now lives in the Secret Council......"

“……”

"I see."

It's him!

Christine sighed again in her heart.

If you count the latter, then almost half of the key people gathered around him.

What is a key person, that is, an existence that has a significant impact on the world.

Thinking of this, Christine couldn't help but have a strong bad taste in her heart.

If he disappears one day, will the whole world be in chaos?

The 0-3 guy alone is probably going crazy first, then 0-2, 0-4......

Eventually, the major forces lost their reins and gradually began to fall apart.

The parties are fighting and reformulating the rules.

Until the mystery factor is completely gone......

Thinking about it, Christine suddenly had a very strong sense of immediacy, as if this situation was very familiar.